I have an admission to make. I'm not a holiday person. Any more. I loved holidays growing up. Would salivate as Christmas approached, and not because it was Jesus' birthday. I couldn't have cared less about Him back then. It was all about the pressies. I could ...
-
I’m a writer. A lover, not a fighter. An amateur philosopher who enjoys shaving giraffes and dancing around my living room in my boxers.