“If we make it through this month without hating each other, I will know we really can be friends.” My head was spinning, jet lag lingered in an ache that was settling deep into my bones, and none of the world seemed to even care. Decisions had to be made. Meetings needed to take place. … [Read More]
White Mountains and other deceiving things
It was deceiving, really. They’re actually blue. I don’t know why they are called the White Mountains in New Hampshire. From every angle I saw, they looked blue in the midsummer light. The tent, however, was white. It’s peaks pointed to the sky, as if it was calling the whole earth to the party that … [Read More]