interruptions
With a work deadline looming, it was hard to find time to write my Our Daily Journey articles this month. I was strongly tempted to put on a “Do-Not-Disturb-Me” demeanor at work. For even though I tried to protect some time to think and write, it never happened. I was bombarded by e-mails that required immediate attention, or the immediate need…
eight feet
Racing through the Atlanta airport, I could feel my feet pounding the floor as my husband and I ran to catch our flight. Up the gangway, through the terminal, and down the escalator. As we neared the gate, two young guys joined us in their own sprint to the check-in.
Silence greeted us all. The clocks reading a full eleven…
