Hand Modeling and What to Think When your Soul Dream Dies
A hand model.
That’s what my mother wanted to be.
To shine some light but not actually be in the light. To […]
A hand model.
That’s what my mother wanted to be.
To shine some light but not actually be in the light. To […]
“Can I play?”
I was neck deep in after-school clean up.
My hands already held two oversized water bottles, a Paw Patrol […]
Today was one of those days.
Not a crisis. Not a tragedy.
Just a day full of little annoyances and agitations. A […]
There it was.
I couldn’t believe it.
We’d been driving for ninety minutes already, desperately trying to escape the notorious 110-degree Arizona […]