When I was 23, a really kind stranger bought my coffee in a gas station and said,
“You’ll never see me again, and you don’t owe me anything.” Continue reading “About the Blog”
A record of the process.
A record of the process.
When I was 23, a really kind stranger bought my coffee in a gas station and said,
“You’ll never see me again, and you don’t owe me anything.” Continue reading “About the Blog”