Sometimes the smallest new habit makes a wide ripple

a weekly breathe exercise

My very traditional high school experience ensured that I could sing at least one-third of every pop song released between 1991 and 1999. I struggle to call my children by their correct name, but Michael Jackson's lyrics will go with me to my grave, whether I like it or not.

Songs make things stick.

Nate and I are a part of a community that sings the Word…