Even though I wake up most mornings feeling like I got pooped over a cliff, I still expect good things from my days.

I was afraid of the dark when I was little. Actually, I am still sort of afraid of the dark. Not all the time. Not dramatically. But if I let loose the dogs of my imagination after sunset, things can get complicated fast. During the day, imagination is useful. It helps me write books. It…

Animals have opinions. Anyone who has ever been owned by a pet knows this. Cats have perfected the silent review. Dogs specialize in wounded disappointment. Birds can deliver editorial comments at full volume.

Have you felt under the gun lately? Like you are taking hits from all directions? Like the smoke is thick, the noise is loud, and you are trying to keep moving even though you are not sure you are still pointed where you want to go?