They say you never miss the water ’till the well runs dry.
I don’t know if I would have survived the existential threats to our health care system and our democracy without someplace to jot down my fears and observations.
Sometimes you just have to reach for that box of shiny new colors.
Now, more than ever, I needed to go home to Mother.
The American Dream is alive and well just around the corner, a short walk from Trouts Farm.