A Penetrating Question

My granddaughter has a vivid imagination. After the initial fun and excitement of seeing each other again, she’ll revert to her favorite game of pretending. “Who are you?” she asks. That’s the signal she’s inviting me into an imaginary world where we can choose to be heroes and live out an adventure. As I desperately search my limited imagination for an engaging character, it occurs to me this simple question is a profound one when it’s asked at midlife.

The Worst Kind of Blindness

Being blind is one thing, but thinking you see clearer than anyone else, when in fact you are clued out, is worse. This second kind of blindness will persist until some painful experience jolts us …