I was researching an emotionally difficult issue when I retrieved a voicemail from Cousin Tom, official advisor to this blog. “Anne, I’ve been reading the blog and it’s getting a little depressing,” he said. “I mean, I read the John Mellencamp post and now that he’s dating Meg Ryan, maybe you can do a positive post on that.” Heady stuff cousin Tom, heady stuff. If you wondered at all, I have lots of positive things to share. I mean, I find pennies. I’ve been reluctant to share this because it seems sometimes pedantic, and I haven’t quite figured out why I find them. So I talked to my work colleague Gloria about it, asking, “Hey Glow, am I making this up or do I find pennies a lot?” She pondered a moment. “Gallagher, I never find pennies except when I am with you. You find them all the time. I never do.” Glow and I were walking out of our office the other day and there one sat. “Where did that come from?” she asked. “I just walked through here and there was no penny.” I picked it up and smiled. I find them all the time. I’m not quite sure what they mean but I think they are a sign of some sort. I interpret them to be signs telling me to continue on with things I am not always comfortable with, like writing this blog and working to complete the longer memoir on it. “Glow, what do pennies mean to you?” I asked, hoping she had some insight I lacked. She did. Some people see finding pennies as good luck; others see a penny with the ‘tails’ side down and flip it over to the “heads” side so someone else will have good luck; we throw pennies on ponds and wish on them; they are a sign of something or other; and for some people, they mean absolutely nothing. I find pennies and they encourage me though I’m not sure why. Do you find pennies? Do you find anything? What do they mean to you?