I wonder just when it was that I stopped dreaming. Life has a way of rowing us into its busyness. It happens so slowly that we don't even really notice it until we step back and look. I was thinking along these lines this morning, probably because I am reading the book "Home to Big Stone Gap" and the main characters, a middle aged couple, are facing this very thing. So, as I was getting ready for a day of errands, I began to wonder "Just when did i stop dreaming? Do I have any dreams left? Or... Sign in to see full entry.