“I can’t even get my mind around Las Vegas” the woman next to me exclaimed. We were both staring at the TV blasting the news while waiting to board our flight last week.
In the Spring of 2016, not long after two major New England snow storms, I noticed that the base of a post holding the corner of the long, heavy, 8 foot high wooden fence that ran across the expan
I was in the backseat as we drove through my small Northern California town. It was my sophomore year of high school and we were reading A Thousand Splendid Suns in class.