Melisa Peterson Lewis
The wind makes my eyes water and my ears burn while I stand at the bus stop waiting for my son. My hands are buried in my pockets and I turn my back to the wind for some relief. I'm provoked to yell at the bare trees, ""Augh, I hate you. I am so over... Continue Reading →
For an introvert it may seem odd that congregating with friends and family refuels my soul rather than depletes it. Yesterday I helped organize some good old fashion day drinking at our local Brewery, Red Shedman. The selections were pretty awesome with everything from IPAs, blondes, a few varieties of ciders, and some nice darker... Continue Reading →
