Stories of a couch potato
On a Wednesday morning at around 5 a.m. this October, tiny footsteps padded around me as French Fry brushed his small, soft body against my bare legs, circling me for attention after a night of being alone. I was in awe at the amount of warmth such a tiny thing carried. In that moment, I … Read More
We were five minutes away from our Huntsville Airbnb when my right front tire separated into two. It took three hours to get off Highway 11 on that cold February night. But if you ask me what I remember most from that wintry getaway, it’s not the roadside inconvenience but the smoked salmon salad at … Read More