Category Archives: Lou

Oh world.


These little ladies are the best things I know.  They just own me.  They keep me young. 

I got a couple shiny pins for volunteering with the youth program. I have them in my jewelry box.  But look at my face there in that picture.  You couldn’t give me anything brighter than that sharp joy.

I am never more proud of Lou …


… than when I realize that she doesn’t just take anyone’s word for anything, including mine.  She is deliberate and authentic, and I sleep sound knowing that whatever she becomes will be who she wants to be.

There is no better recipe for happiness, and no greater success I could wish for her.