Bits of hair, escaped from my ponytail, are blowing across my face, tickling my nose. A tiny ant works its way up my arm, just as a dried leaf brushes against my right foot. A lawn mower’s hum blends into traffic sounds. Sirens wail. Teenagers...
It’s hard not to feel the overwhelm this time of year. This is when all the nostalgia and expectations and tick-off lists and work culminate in one joyous, stressful tangle. If only I could remember that quietly sitting and untangling the tangle is always the best way to...