Category Archives: imagination

As long as its not the awkward kind, where I’m fumbling around for the door handle.


I am grateful for those moments where I just can’t get out of my car yet.  I am not ready for the journey to end.  Either I’m finishing up a conversation with a good friend, listening to a great public radio program (they call them driveway moments), hoping for a kiss goodnight, or juggling bubbles of ideas in my head after an inspired meeting and afraid that stepping out of the car, into the mundaneness of home, will pop every last one of them.

Lingering in the car, for whatever reason, can be such a nice way to spend a moment.