In one of those moments of pure brilliance, I took a walk today at a local battlefield, enjoying the sun, the wind and the trees. Usually, when things are overwhelming, I head out to be with nature. I have a “spot” on the Potomac that I have sat for hours, thinking, screaming, crying, laughing… accepting. Not necessarily in that order. Its actually the only “spot” I’ve found in Stepford. There’s something about the water (note to self: research Potomac River)...






