It was a wild, windy walk, and one that I will never forget.
I felt groovy and cool wearing them, especially with the handle of my purple comb sticking out of the back pocket.
I’m not sure if my anxiety was due to the date, the culmination of 2 years of research, or the dot matrix printer (ah the 1990s!) spastically churning out pages.
I believe there are two types of people in this world, those who roam through cemeteries, and those who don’t. I fall into the first camp. Earlier this week I traveled to the Land of Cheese(heads) to visit family and reconnect with my Dutch roots. My mother and I spent the good part of a... Continue Reading →