Ruins hold the fascination of the ages for me. These dusty walls are steeped in story.
To begin, riding on a 4-wheeler driven by the husband is an adventure in itself.
But I like to see them: the writer in me thrills to watch any relationship that matters, and there is something ancient and wonderful about brotherhood.
These are moments I wouldn’t trade for a world Moments of coming home A step ahead of the storm Moments of running out to greet it Moments… Read more “Storm Moments”