The romantic in me loves autumn. The melancholic in me needs a little bit of winter. The optimist in me thrives with the hopefulness of spring. But the child in me needs summer. Summer, oh summer. Summer is a dip in the deep end of a pool and the smell of fresh-cut grass on the…
Rest: I Need a Time-Out
When my children were young, I would often prescribe a timeout whenever they misbehaved. This relatively mild form of discipline was frequently met with a dramatic show of resistance — with loud wails and dragging feet. Listening to their cries of anguish, an outside observer might have concluded that I had just ordered them to…