Last month I was staring out the window at a spring snow, and I caught myself wishing I was the woman walking with her dog instead of me. (Part of me wished I was the dog.) I didn’t know this woman or her story, but I was sure it was far less complicated than the tangles I felt trapped in. A month later, life has come full circle, and maybe I’ve learned a few things – including what I thought I knew about simplicity was all wrong. If you find yourself longing for the (ever-elusive) virtue of simplicity – or if you just like a good Indigo Girls tune – join me at The Mudroom today for “A (True) Ghost Story.” Click here.
The Narrows 