Breathless

It’s a known fact that every flight has a crying baby, at least one mouthy complainer and a small flock of anxious worriers. They have to, I’m pretty sure it’s obligatory. Nevertheless, I’m always a bit peeved to find them on board, and there is something about me that draws the aforementioned to my general … More Breathless

Center Stage

Last time we talked I was feeling a little down and out, and still feeling the pangs of life in a new place. Since then, with a lot of driving, and a lot of u-turns (which don’t happen to be quite as legal here as they are in Texas) we have found our grocery store, … More Center Stage