We’d not intended for this brand of excitement at the end of our spring break vacation. We’d driven to Indianapolis and meandered four stories of awesomeness in the children’s museum. It was a highlight for our 6 and 8-year old. All four of us – Paul, the kids and I – seemed to…
Click to read Part 1: What I (Don’t) Want to Be When I Grow Up Dear Younger Me, You know those non-dreams you so courageously penned in your Bible? The ones you’re petrified someone will see? You’re not less than; you rock! It’s ok not to care about careers. (It’s also ok TO care about careers.) The thing is? It’s…
