“Be aware of wonder. Live a balanced life—learn some and think some and draw and paint and sing and dance and play and work every day some.”
Tim Moore was on the way to the airport, weaving through Saturday traffic, but his mind wasn’t on the road or the faded brown Volvo that had just cut him off, driven by a guy who was now shaking a fist out his window as if Tim had been at fault.
What bugged Tim was that his son Zack played in a district final football game today, and Tim was going to be twelve hundred miles away, in a meeting. He’d also had to break a promise to his daughter Mackenzie about helping her draft and revise her essay for a school contest.