It has been a week. Wednesday evening, I left work and headed to a local indie bookstore where I sat in a tiny kids’ chair surrounded by hopeful stories, and made a plan. I made a plan because the acquittal of a politician who has admitted to initiating unwanted sexual contact on women, and who … More What’s next?
Last night was punctuated by uneasy dreams, tears, and wonderings. What can I do to ease the pain of another? Instead of running, I opened the windows to let the cool fresh air in and abundant allergens and decided the dishes needed more attention than a run. A ballad by the Avett Brothers has been … More Gratitude: a sink of dirty dishes