Some specifics are lost to me now. The name of the street. The month of the year. The amount of time I wandered. What was lost to me then was the placement of our car. In a day before locator pins, this farm girl from a town of ninety-eight parked in a city of three million. Since arriving on the …
I stand again at the fork in the road. One leads within and one without. The outer pathway leads to the familiar – I’ve trod this pathway many times before. It’s easy to navigate, with plenty of pit stops. All signs say it was built with me in mind. I love it’s promise of liberty. I can do …
You know a true friend when you can text her only 24 hours in advance and say, “I have the flu. Can you take this Sunday’s blog post?” While I was in bed, she took care of three children, meals, laundry and pulled off today’s amazing post. Carrie Vipperman….I love you. (Carrie and her husband, Vip). ——————————– “It’s been an …
