Reflections

February 17, 2017

I once spent an afternoon sitting on a stone wall in the Scottish Highlands with an old shepherd named Ewan. He didn’t...

Read Article →

February 16, 2017

I keep a small, silver thimble in my desk drawer that belonged to my grandmother. It is dented, the metal worn thin...

Read Article →

February 16, 2017

I was walking home from the grocery store this afternoon when I took a wrong turn down an old alleyway. It was...

Read Article →