Wind River Day Six

Saturday morning. The constant barrage of incoming communication, problems to resolve, and crises to solve has finally calmed down. Now

My grandfather used to respond to correspondence with handwritten letters. Not occasionally. Not when he had extra time. Not when

My mom told me a story today that I cannot stop thinking about. She was pregnant with me, hiking through

This is my fourth and final day of pondering the lessons I might learn from the early days of Henry