Some problems arrive so large that we disappear inside them. On Hope’s Day, an insurance envelope, memories of architecture, a lesson from Mom, and a Bruce Springsteen song taught us something different: one little thing. Then another. Hope is not knowing how everything will turn out. Hope is learning how to remain here while we find out.
Tag Archives: Somatic Markers
Made You Look
For as long as Dad can remember, strange things have happened in the body his family shares. What once seemed frightening and inexplicable eventually became something else: a way for his sons to say, “Made you look.”
Notes from the Treehouse 