Forfeiting the Game Those who know me, know I’m not a sports fan. I’ll spare you all the details, but this stems from the days of being picked last when my fourth grade gym teacher regularly armed two ultra-athletes (at the mighty age of nine) with the...
Rise Each Fall I love fall. Every last bit of it. Eye-popping red trees. Hot cups of tea. Pumpkin everything. Down comforters. Even the brisk air that smells of decaying leaves and foliage. To me, it’s a time of year that brings comfort and all things good. ...
