Winding Dirt Roads, Small Towns, and the Truth About Growing up.

It was Sunday afternoon, and we were looking for nothing more than a meal and a place to lay our heads.  The weekend seemed to have passed us by in a colorful blur. I cannot say I regretted it, but at the same time I felt guilty that I did not write more. I gotContinue reading “Winding Dirt Roads, Small Towns, and the Truth About Growing up.”

Small Town, Big Dreams, and Realizing Where I Belong

back to Fall. The sun starts to set on the Connecticut River, and shadows begin to move across the fields. We continue our way along, driving over broken pavement. As the car hugs the twists and turns, I look out the window. The road snakes back and forth, as the river meanders quiet and smoothContinue reading “Small Town, Big Dreams, and Realizing Where I Belong”