An unexpected adventure happened yesterday when I went on a bike ride with a friend along the back roads of Old Snowmass.
Moving from our contemporary home in the country-side to our vinyl home in town has had its glitches but somehow, beneath the stresses of mold and monsters, we are content.
What do you remember from your days of summer as a youth? Are your parents part of your memories? Maybe we should stop working so hard and let the kids do all the planning!
As parents, we all need time to escape and reflect upon who and where we are in our lives. Life does not always offer up these opportunities. When a day turns sour, we need to dig deep into our own resources to help us get through it because nobody else is going to save us.