“Politics are dirty,” my father declared. At fifteen, I knew enough to silently eat my meatballs as he delivered…
If you sit next to a Live Oak tree draped in Spanish moss, and the only sounds you hear are the birds playing fetch with song, and a few…
. . . my always ‘looked-forward-to’ annual experiences
I am so looking forward to my new office to be ready, yet that’s not stopping me from writing every day, even if that is taking place…