For the mid-morning light that streams through the window as I write this,
Making even the cobwebs that span the length of the windowpane beautiful, 347 more words
Tags » Gratitude
May feels like literally the worst month. Ever.
Things that were supposed to happen, didn’t. Things that weren’t supposed to happen, did.
The most noteworthy: a bus that I chartered didn’t show up the day of the biggest protest in Grassroots Leadership history, leaving 50 people to find their own way to Dilley (two hours away). 218 more words