I clung to the top of the roof, crouched like a gargoyle, and shook. How was I ever going to get down? So much for being Daddy’s daredevil.

The burn in my thighs took me to Southwestern Virginia, deep in the Blue Ridge Mountains, with steep grades and a winding path before me.

Writing is a tool for freedom. Through the regular application, you can find a new lease on life.

We have arrived on the last Monday of June, how is it possible? 2021 is flying by...