In just a few short days, on a cold winter Thursday morning, there will be a group of people meeting in this room. Sure the chairs will… Read more “In Just 3 Days…”
It seems like years ago that I almost threw up in my purse on that very first day.
That afternoon, I watched the clouds start to move in, like soldiers in a parade. First the thin wisps, string like, faint white against the summer… Read more “Smelling the Petrichor”
Thanks for joining me! Good company in a journey makes the way seem shorter. — Izaak Walton