As a child I would occasionally come across my father’s work shoes next to the closet. I’d put my small feet in his black Florshiems and try to walk up and down the hall without stepping out of the loafers, imagining what it would be like when I was as big and powerful as my dad. My father worked for the […]
IF THE SHOE FITS… — Beginner’s Mind, Writers Mind
Beginner's Mind, Writers Mind 