It’s an overused metaphor, and annoyingly more often attributed to a woman’s seemingly never ending ups and downs of emotions.
But I’m standing there, winding down the conversation, as it was nearing 11pm, and my husband said:
The thing about roller coasters is that they always return to the same place. Continue reading
The Olympics were out and glazed in a pink light, which is always both breathtaking and shocking to me. After having lived here most of my life, I often forget the Olympic Mountains exist, since they’re almost always socked in by clouds. But not that day, while driving Brewer to daycare on my first official … Continue reading