I remember as a little girl swinging on a swing set in my back yard, looking out over one of the many wheat fields of Kansas. There was a beautiful rainbow stretching across the clear sky, and I could see that the rainbow’s end was somewhere in the golden hills just beyond my house. The day was warm with a cool breeze, and I enjoyed imagining the pot of gold that was hidden just out of view. I remember thinking that I should go find the gold, but imagining it seemed safer and much more interesting. That has always been my problem. I have a very detailed and wonderfully colorful imagination, ... Read the Post