Turning Back the Clock – On Being 17 Again
The dream was cloudy. I can’t say where I was precisely, but I clearly remember wandering among crowds of people. I was despondent and weeping, mourning…
The Lamb, The Bully, and the Walls We Build
A while back, our little family took a trip to a resort in the Dominican Republic (read post). There was some beach time, a few cocktails,…