Dear Journal: Open Road
Dear Journal, I’m on the edge of another road trip, and I can’t even explain how good it feels to get out on the open road, to feel the wind on my face, to see the dark tinge of the world through my sunglasses, and to have the cacophonous sound of my children in the … Continue reading Dear Journal: Open Road
I’m going on a picnic, and I’m taking asparagus, broccoli, carrots…