Wild Air Healing There is a classic picture of me in my mother’s old photo books. 6 years old. Cherry nosed, sick with the cold and flu. Bundled up in two layers of wool long underwear, scarf pulled up past my chin, bright yellow beanie pulled down to my eyes. In the...
Outside the Club? Head to the Wild. My six-year-old heart wanted more than anything to be in the Soapbox Club. My older brother and the neighbor girl up the mountain formed it. They had brightly colored plastic soapboxes, you know, like the ones you used to use for...
