Gratitude for Imperfection
On the train home from Boston the other night, I referred to my friend’s son by the wrong name. She was very nice about it when she corrected me. “Now that … Continue reading Gratitude for Imperfection
On the train home from Boston the other night, I referred to my friend’s son by the wrong name. She was very nice about it when she corrected me. “Now that … Continue reading Gratitude for Imperfection