Logging out and looking up: Choosing to see what we’ve been missing by Peggy Kendall
So there I am, driving my car, listening to the news, trying to scrunch my thin little phone to my ear as I talk to my husband, juggling sips of hot Starbucks half-caf mocha in between lane changes. Then something happened. I looked over to my right and there she was: my daughter. Yes, she had been sitting there the whole time. I was, after all, taking her to school. But as I set down my Mocha Grande, for the first time that morning I actually saw her.














