Good Friends and Bridge Crossings

There is so much I need to say, I’m not sure where I should begin, this time around. A part of me feels sad and lonely. A lot of me feels frustrated. These feelings are not something I feel every day, but I don’t know what to do with it all, how to give it away, or make it disappear. Give me a 40-minute ride up the mountain to Beckley, an energetic hike, or an ice cold beer Continue reading