If you were to take a trip to the house where I grew up, you’d head a few miles outside of a small town.  Travel down a dirt road framed by a perfect archway of oak and maple trees and land at a dusty driveway just beyond a swampy ditch full of cattails.  There sits […]

Over the weekend I read the quote “All good things are wild and free” – Henry David Thoreau. I can’t get it out of my head. I don’t know the original context or what point he was trying to make when he said those words, but I do have this feeling of home when I […]