It’s Monday morning and I really should be getting ready for work, but something small, but extraordinary happened this morning that I need to write about, while it’s still fresh. It seemed like a typical Monday morning, except for the fact that I actually did want to get out of bed and start my day. …
Last Sunday I took a long drive. In search of slightly cooler air and a change of scenery, I headed north in search of pine trees and water. There’s a historic and picturesque little town about three hours north of Tucson called Prescott. It’s always been kind of an idyllic place for me, so after …
