Hearing music again
“I don’t really listen to music.” I couldn’t believe it. It was as if my friend had just informed me that he didn’t chew food with his mouth. He seemed like a different species. I tried to put myself in… Continue Reading
“I don’t really listen to music.” I couldn’t believe it. It was as if my friend had just informed me that he didn’t chew food with his mouth. He seemed like a different species. I tried to put myself in… Continue Reading
For the first time in my life, on the day after Thanksgiving, I went to a tree farm in Waterford, Pennsylvania. As I walked through rows and rows of Fraser firs, looking for the perfect seven-foot-tall Christmas tree for my… Continue Reading