I have a slippery memory. Memories of the good can slip away, but having a habit of recording the good can change our thinking in wonderful ways. My mother kept a red ledger book in one of the kitchen drawers, and it kept her. It kept her grounded in the […]
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Memories can pull us to places we don’t want to go to. But to forgive is not to forget, but to remember … differently. My father used to play lawn bowls. In lawn bowls, the bowl that you roll down the green is slightly weighted heavier on one side. As […]