Looking For…: How I’m Learning to Stop Riding Shotgun in My Own Life

*picture taken from the passenger seat of my sister’s truck*   A change of pace A brand new view A warm embrace The words “I love you” Ten little fingers And ten little toes Paws and fur, perhaps? Maybe both? Who knows A great big wish To become a realized dream To go solo-ish Or… Continue reading Looking For…: How I’m Learning to Stop Riding Shotgun in My Own Life