Cultivating Pause

Growing up my dad worked long hours. As construction company owner, he built homes for a living, which meant he could come and go as needed. I remember in the summertime he’d often come home for lunch. After we’d eaten, he’d sit in the low side...

Did you know . . . . your brain is wired . . .

Here in Chicago, where typically sauna-like conditions of midsummer have given way to temperatures evoking images of warm blankets during football season, we’ve not yet reached the 90 degree mark.  With this summer the second coolest on record, the weather is an...