Or brown, depending on the time of year. Seldom white. Often swathes of red clay. These are my primary memories of road trips over the last several years. Enter car. Fall asleep. Wake briefly a few times. And tada! Arrived. Exit car. Last weekend, my family took a road trip. We traveled the Talimena Scenic… Continue reading
The Reinvention of Me: The Adventurer
In my youth, I was a worrier. In my young adulthood, I was a worrier. In my early parenthood, I was a worrier. I don’t remember a time in my life that did not excessively worry. So I did not go on that trip to D.C., nor did I go on a mission trip or… Continue reading
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