I met a woman at the tire shop today. She was a stranger, but she had my sister’s eyes. Even as I write that, I’m not exactly sure what it means, but it felt significant…like something that deserves my attention.

Over the last year, as I’ve been crafting (and re-crafting) The Penny Book (as I am currently calling it), I’ve had the opportunity to travel.

Yes, I was young and impressionable when taking in lessons from my parents and early life. Viewing Penny's life through the lens of adulthood, with the perks of perspective and a greater sense of control, allows me to see more of the good.