Shakespeare was right.
The invisible, unheralded things we do speak to who we are.
How a Western set in the 1870s helps me appreciate all the little things that matter, and give thanks even for those things that hurt
A treatise on coming out of quarantine, and the promise of unpredictable spring skies
You can put a spring in your step or a noose around your neck for the next five decades. What will you choose?