My winding path
My life feels like a winding path, leading to the same place, or maybe not. It’s a walk by a river, always moving, always the same. It’s the bumps and […]
My life feels like a winding path, leading to the same place, or maybe not. It’s a walk by a river, always moving, always the same. It’s the bumps and […]
Driving along the country roads, my mind weaves with the car as is bends and moves around curves. I find myself thinking from past to present to future and back […]
What is it about those who are different, those who stand out, that causes some of us to celebrate them and others to fear, suppress or even try to destroy […]