“HELP!” I yell across the water. Julia is paddling 200ft ahead. She turns back with a quizzical look.
Every time I think I remember everything wonderful in California, I make the pilgrimage back and make wonderful new realizations and discoveries. But isn’t that true of life in general?
I think that we all have a place that calls us home when our spirits are in need of renewal.
“We have no plans to open a second location, no plans to expand really,” the woman at the counter explained, “It’s named CommonWealth because we want this to be a gathering place for the community. That is our only goal.”
I take comfort in the fact that no matter what happens in life, the sun will set and rise again.
Nothing could suit my hippy soul better than a Valentine’s weekend of camping under the stars.
How do you like your meat? Hanging in a massive glass cabinet on meat hooks? No? Don’t knock it ’till you try it!
There’s nothing I love more than a Saturday morning stroll through a farmers market.
It is a truth universally acknowledged that a person in possession of a job must be in want of a day off.