I want you to imagine two things. The first, walking with a friend. Smiling so hard your face hurts, feeling the cool breeze in the summer air, hearing the birds sing in the air above. Completely focused...
When is the last time someone told you they were proud of you? It doesn’t matter what it was about, just that they said they were proud. A teacher, a friend, a parent, a mentor. While we navigate through...
Sometimes, the weeks move like molasses. Each week stretches into the next, and each end of a day is closely followed by the start of another. This droning repetition is broken up by the things we carry...
