"It's the thought that counts," and other true adages.
Why do I keep writing about mugs? It's simple really: Because you have a story.
The Camp Barakel song is on a loop in my head today...and my heart. Cheesy as it may be.
Here's to new places, fluffy pancakes, good coffee, and soul-lodging friends.
“Call me Ishmael.” Call me Twain Call me Austen. Herman Melville’s Moby Dick begins with the introduction of the main character—Ishmael. We follow him through the ultimate revenge story cloaked in a painfully detailed description of the 19th century whaling... Continue Reading →
Newsflash: Life doesn't start at marriage.
Living history places like Greenfield Village and the Henry Ford Museum help us rhyme the right parts of history. Because when you know it, you won't repeat it.
That feeling when you're cheering for the last Special Olympics athlete to cross the finish line and you realize they're everything that's right with the world. And you have so much to learn.