Navel Gazing

My father likes to tease me that I’m a “navel gazer”. I spend a lot of time in my own head, but I think it results in me being a far more self-aware person (as opposed to self-absorbed).


Death is such an unusual thing.  Do we ever really get over it, or is it just a small hole we learn to gloss over?  My paternal grandmother passed away a few years ago.  I was probably closer with her than any of my grandparents.  I grieved for several days following her passing, but even […]