It’s my dad’s birthday today. The day I always eat something with apples in his honor. He would be 97. August has always been hard for me. So fraught with losses and heartaches. More so each year, to the point that I can hardly face this innocent, bountiful month of early harvests and endless summers….
What drives me onward is not the will to have but the will to give. My capacity for love is the result of what I invest in others, not what they invest in me….