At Least We Smell Like We Went Camping
I type tonight with dirty fingernails, weary muscles, and sunburned skin. It is Memorial Day weekend, and for that I am grateful. Especially grateful to the men – my grandfathers included – and women who fought to make this a country where we can all make our own choices about most anything one can choose to make a choice about. Thank you. This weekend we … Continue reading At Least We Smell Like We Went Camping