Last night I sat with a group of wonderful people who were basically, a collection of misfits, walking wounded and broken pieces of humanity. And I wouldn’t have traded it for the world. Photo courtesy jennijumble I’m at the Laity Lodge writer’s retreat and I with some amazing craftsman. On one hand, they are the titans of wordsmithing. On the other, they are one messed up bunch of people. As we shared our stories, there was a common theme of shattered... Read more