I found myself sitting on a dark green park bench in New York yesterday with no agenda other than allowing my Advil to kick in so I could go for a run.
I had a dream I was in New York City.
I was having a major meltdown in my closet last week.
We were searching for a quick escape this past weekend and the perfect place had been calling my name for quite some time.
I’ll never forget when I was 7 & my brother was 11. I thought it was pretty much the coolest thing since peanut butter met jelly.