It's funny how you can grow up hearing a word your entire life and not realize that it was totally made up by your family and it never existed outside of your own personal context. Growing up in the Midwest, dressing in layers is a part of everyday life, especially as the weather starts to... Continue Reading →
Beautiful shades of grey
I stepped outside this morning and the weather stirred up memories like a gentle breeze whipping up the fallen leaves. I've lived in the Southeast for over half my life now but I will always be a Midwesterner. Growing up in a small town in the Midwest was something that I wouldn't trade for the... Continue Reading →
Snow in Bloomington
http://www.weareiu.com/blog/stories-from-iu-students-and-alumni/the-beauty-of-a-snowy-campus I came across the above story earlier today and it made me wax philosophical about my time in Bloomington. One of the little things he mentions is one of the sounds that will forever stick with me: the sound of snow hitting the dead leaves in the trees. To this day, when I hear... Continue Reading →
White Noise 