I was recently at an event with a mix of family, friends and strangers, where people came and went throughout the day. At one point, a very close friend arrived unbeknownst to me, and was talking to someone else, about five feet from me. When we both looked at each…
Month: July 2015
Hold The Pickle
Riding the stationary bike between breakfast with a dear, wonderful friend and lunch with another dear, wonderful friend is like a sandwich on the freshest, most delicious bread but with tongue in the middle.