Next time you are near trees, touch your palm to their bodies and think of all of history’s petrified wood, how each ring circling inside it tells a story.
As I approach my 10-year high school reunion, I ruminate on the glory and derision I have for small towns. Small minds and how we cage ourselves up, unaware of all we have before us if only we ventured beyond our borders. How getting to fully know ourselves and our place amidst the vastness of ...
We fill ourselves on resolutions saying this is the year it will take, the year I'll mean what I say. I'll do better. But why didn’t we do better all year?