Growing with the Flow  

I’ve always loved the way human beings assign meaning to things - how ordinary objects and mundane experiences become pillars in the stories we tell about who we are.  It’s the bookstore you pass every day on your way to work that reminds you of your best friend who won’t stop preaching about how “A Christmas Carol” is a life changing book. It’s the boy you think of when listening to a particular song. It’s the old ratchet little torn up pink flag your girl group of friends c

Some people are just indisputably good people. Or are they? The older I get, the less certain I am.  Because the versions of others we...

Some friendships bloom like wildflowers, quietly, without asking permission. And some unravel the same way. It’s a familiar kind of ache...