At Christmastime, my daughter Jessica returned home for a three-week visit. While here, she set up a composting station in our kitchen. Carrot peels, onion skin and used tea bags all make their way into a yellow container next to the sink.
Very early this morning my husband Paul gently kissed me goodbye as he was getting ready to leave on a two week business trip. His parting words: ”There is an op-ed piece in today’s Times about meditation. You should read it. It’s how I feel.”