where our hearts dwell

Recently it became painfully obvious I have not been spending enough time with our youngest who is eleven.

It’s hard as a writer. And time is our most valuable commodity.

Yet, unlike money, time cannot be regained. I use money in the comparison because of the old American or capitalistic adage of “Time is money, and money is time,” the implication being that time and money hold equal value.

But they do not.