An Optimist Stops Searching for Silver Linings
How I learned not to fix, but to listen
I love a silver lining, a glass-half-full, a light at the end of the tunnel. Is this hopeless optimism or willful ignorance? Survival mode or delusion?
My daughter, now a young woman of twenty-two, comes to me with problems. Some are small: she FaceTimes me to help her lock the lid on her…