Some days arrive quietly, carrying a heaviness I can’t always name. It doesn’t shout or announce itself it just shows up in my chest, in my pace, in the way the light feels different.
Sadness has a way of disguising itself. Sometimes it’s weariness. Sometimes it’s distraction. Sometimes it’s silence when I usually have words…
Read MoreMy observations are born from conversations with people I interact with at work, at home, at the coffee shop, on a run, in transit —Life. Most of them could be fleshed out into whole ass essays but ain't nobody got time for that.
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Michelle and I visited with our great couple friends and soon to be neighbors in Harrisburg. The two observations below materialized from breaking bread, and drinking drank with them.
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