First Part. Brock walked through the door and put down his things. I met him at the stairs – I wasn’t upstairs, I just really liked standing a stair or two up so it was easier to be eye-to-eye with him. He walked over to me and could tell that I had been crying. He hugged me and held… Read More
What a Trip.
I don’t know why I have been so hesitant to write another blog. I don’t know why it takes me so long to get my fingers going. Things just start tumbling down onto the page when I do. And I have so much to say. I couldn’t even decide what I wanted to write about today, because I have so… Read More