When I need to go to a happy place, I think of this experience.
When I need to go to a happy place, I think of this experience.
Young people don’t realize how short life is.
There’s a certain beauty in doing our best.
Life is so precious and fragile.
We lean on each other when necessary.
Maybe I should just focus on my driving.
Statistics bear me out.
You might be surprised at the results.
Trying to learn that not everyone wants my advice.
I’m too used to being ignored.
The View from a Drawbridge 