Lake Michigan Home
Filling my eyes with Lake Michigan, even in winter, reminds me that I grew up in climates dictated by her power and that her shores will always be my home.
Continue reading →Filling my eyes with Lake Michigan, even in winter, reminds me that I grew up in climates dictated by her power and that her shores will always be my home.
Continue reading →When the end comes unexpectedly there are often unfinished bits and pieces left behind.
Continue reading →Travel to faraway places. Even writers do it. Writing on an airplane, thoughts unplugged from earth, your laptop becomes an anchor to unclaimed time.
Continue reading →When a crisis hits at home and you are 3, 700 miles away, differing time zones magnify each bump.
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