Working my way back
I know I haven't been writing lately. It's been a choice really to decided to put the kids and others first all the time. Sometimes instead of writing I read instead. Even if it's a few minutes, I want to put writing into my routine. We just returned home today from a trip to O'Hare airport. We had a wonderful appointment with a Global Entry officer. John took two kids and I took two kids, and John's appointment was much faster than mine. I tend to chat it up whenever I meet someone new. Turned out the officer was a kindred spirit. I love typewriters, he loves fountain pens. We talked about the old school way of communicating and how it seems to have become more of a lost art. He told the kids nothing is better than getting a hand written note in the real mail, and they should consider doing it. I notice how easy it is for me to be so patient with perfect strangers, and the complete opposite towards my children at times. ...