What Doesn’t Kill You
Our trip to the mountain lake began with a slow glide. Everywhere we saw flowers- yellow, blue, and pink dotting the green flood of leaves and grasses on both sides…
Our trip to the mountain lake began with a slow glide. Everywhere we saw flowers- yellow, blue, and pink dotting the green flood of leaves and grasses on both sides…
Last week was survivor week. No hidden camera crews. No script. Just arbitrary rules, made up by me and tolerated by my partner in research (and life). The idea…