When my son, Colin, was three years old he realized he was going to die. He wasn’t sick, and we had never talked about death. He just walked up to me one day and said, “When I die, some boy will get all my toys.” No drama, simply an acknowledgement. I, on the other hand,… Read more »

I didn’t know it, but I spent December reading books about happiness. Well, I knew I was reading. But I thought I was reading about how to do no harm, how to surrender to uncertainty, to be kinder and more compassionate. Which, as I discovered, leads to happiness. Not a happiness as in it’s going… Read more »