Owning our cray-cray so it doesn’t own us

There are bears lurking all hot and hungry in the woods and there ancient alligators gliding sure and slow under the surface waiting to lunge and consume. The Spanish moss hangs in haunting swags and spidery tendrils.   In my canoe, poling alone, weighed down with tatty packs full of wadded up anxiety shoved in amongst moth-eaten [Read More…]