This Christmas is different from my treasured Christmases Past.
I’m realizing it wasn’t fame and notoriety that I craved over the years, it was having influence. And as I age, I’m realizing influence comes in many forms. I’m still afraid of being forgotten. But I’m going to begin cutting back on work in small steps.
Flying my 89-year-old father home to Alaska for Christmas, wasn't a safe thing to do, but it was a good thing. We made it home for Christmas.