A baby bird flew into our house. I’d left the back door open to drink in the crisp air never expecting a winged creature to begin whizzing through various rooms, perching on door frames, staring at me from the ceiling fan. Leif and I tried everything we knew to scoot...
Leif and I have sat in a lot of waiting rooms lately. We watch as families and friends gather, waiting for news of their loved one. Where mothers and sons, neighbors and grandfathers await treatment. In some ways, we all sit in waiting rooms. Whether we wait for a...
