There and Back Again: Stuck

There and Back Again: Stuck

Last night, I got stuck. There were no mud puddles or snow drifts involved; I wasn’t knee deep in quick sand or trapped between a rock and a hard place. I was just walking through the grocery store when my thoughts jammed tight and wouldn’t let me go....
There and Back Again: Words

There and Back Again: Words

Vaguely do I remember sitting with my mom at the age of four, reading. Sometimes, a flash of an illustration will emerge from my memory, just that one picture of a jeep filled with sheep driving through the desert. I think it was one of the first books I read. Sheep,...