Sitting here, watching the ripples on the lake outside the window. It’s quiet. Gloriously quiet. I wish I could bottle up this moment of peace and uncork it whenever I needed.

I’m at a friend’s cabin in Door County. Well, he’s actually my hubby’s friend, but still. I feel like he’s given me a slice of serenity. I can hear nothing of my life back home. There’s no planes flying above, cars whizzing by, cell phone chiming with texts, Twitter chirping, cooing of my little … Read more ...