After ten years, I have no pithy lessons to share with you—just my Dad’s story, which is mine…and ours. I will continue to sprinkle it everywhere I go, like a gentle wind blowing ancient dust from the oldest mountains on the planet.
After ten years, I have no pithy lessons to share with you—just my Dad’s story, which is mine…and ours. I will continue to sprinkle it everywhere I go, like a gentle wind blowing ancient dust from the oldest mountains on the planet.