I am enjoying reading this book, and repeatedly find myself going off on tangential trips down memory lane.  Here are a few reflections based on the prompts provided. What do you find surprising in these chapters? Why? One thing I… Continue Reading →

By jungle, I mean the furthest thing from it in almost every way: a small, suburban home filled with peace and quiet, save for the space between a middle-aged woman’s ears, where dung-slinging monkeys scamper and shriek in a swirling,… Continue Reading →