When I was little, my family lived on a farm in southeastern Arizona. One day, my brother and I left the house on a quest, aka a little walk “around” the farm. I wasn’t quite five, and Donovan wasn’t quite two. We didn’t move quickly or very far down the dirt road in the hot sun before our little bodies needed a rest. We found a nice little dirt mound by the side of the road and sat down. Within... Read more