Faster. Farther away. Run. Fly. Go.
I push my foot down on the accelerator and drive off. I push my car up to the speed limit and then just over the limit, daring
Among the myriad of projects that I have on my agenda is to write a book. This isn’t a new addition per se. It’s something that I have thought about, but it was Dorie’s encouragement,
I hope you choose to explore and love and live like you have always dreamed, Daughter.
Just write. That’s what I’ve been repeating to myself for the last two days. But what do I say? How much of my private life do I make public? How many secrets should I share this time?