It strikes when we least expect it. For the most part, we are content with life, and yet there is a longing for something out of our reach, a mirage on the horizon, a thirsting that can no longer be ignored.
Potty Mouth I’m here again, trying to practice the art of consistency. This awakens a strange memory, teaching my kids to change the toilet paper roll. I’m not sure why I made such a lesson out of such a mundane task. This memory is shared by my grown daughter, who now holds a master’s degree…