This is a story about the consequences of waiting until tomorrow, of not wanting to let go, and of the value of holding on. These three lessons were all etched indelibly into my soul while plastered up against the face of one rock or another, somewhere in the…
Half way through college in Boston, I took a semester off to teach environmental education to 4th through 6th graders at Seargant Camp. The program provided room and board in a huge farm house for about 12 staff who had all come together with diverse backgrounds, experience, ages…
Driving in, there were wooden posts holding up the guardrails on the side of the road, wet from earlier rains and morning dew. In the beams of sunlight that shone through the canopy of leaves above, they gave off wisps of steam and mist, almost as if still…