It was cold in February. Northeast Ohio was caught between windy snowstorms and dull gray skies. There was no better time to spend in a dusty wood shop off of that long, backcountry road.
This year will be different, I thought. I was most likely steeped in the hopeful…
Dreaming of bigger things today. Realizing I don’t have to wait on people for permission to think big, to think for myself, to problem solve with a big piece of paper on my wall.
Thinking creatively about approaching higher education and foreign aid differently.