As I travelled through America’s heartland this weekend while trying to keep my shit together for this life change, I realized, few are able to step outside and hear hens clucking contentedly and cattle lowing in the field. Nor are they able to walk to the garden and pull up fresh carrots, harvest succulent apples…
Taking breath for granted
Change is good. Usually, but it’s not always welcome. There have been a lot of changes in the last 19 months. Yes, I’ve counted. This week as I shared meals with my friends who have given me so much and begin packing my belongings from the last 30 years in this state, I found myself…
The Ginger *Snap*s 