Where are you going?
Mom: Where are you going?
Me: Home.
Mom: But we are home. Continue reading Where are you going?
I get around
Mom: Where are you going?
Me: Home.
Mom: But we are home. Continue reading Where are you going?
They told me to work out. Go for long walks. And not so long. At one point I was handed this book, the first chapter began with the story about a former politician who had spoken out publicly about his depression and how everything turned out oh–so well with all the good help he got … Continue reading The magic of moving one foot in front of the other—sometimes