I’m thinking that the problem with platitudes is they’re impossible to live by.

They have the ring of truth. They’re obvious, seem profound, and address the struggles we fight every day. Continue reading →

I’m thinking about new ways of looking at the familiar.

Last week, my husband and I took a hike in Valley Forge Park, one of our favorite places to walk. Usually we stick to the Joseph Plumb Martin Trail, a 5-mile paved loop around the park. It’s scenic, it’s comfortable, it’s familiar. But this time, we ventured into the woods, up the steep, rocky path of Mount Joy, and I lost my bearings. What was known became unknown. Continue reading →