Re-reading books is a way to find new meaning you may have missed the first time around.
This week we were supposed to be in the Rockies. My mental health had other ideas.
It’s absolutely pouring outside. The wind is blowing the rain up against the windows as if it’s trying to get in the house, while water … Read more
I spent last weekend re-acquainting myself with the downtown streets of my adopted hometown, a city I moved to at 17 to attend university. At … Read more