Today I am 53–born one day after the assasination of JFK.
I always thought that would be the most signifcant marker of my otherwise quiet life.
But it isn’t.
I wrote this post last year and it still speaks for my heart: Jubilee
Today I am 53–born one day after the assasination of JFK.
I always thought that would be the most signifcant marker of my otherwise quiet life.
But it isn’t.
I wrote this post last year and it still speaks for my heart: Jubilee