I just returned from a week-long vacation in New Hampshire with M. I hadn’t been home in at least two years, maybe longer. It feels strange calling New Hampshire “home” because I haven’t lived there full-time since 1992. But New Hampshire IS home to me and always will be. Why is that? Why do I…
Musings of Another Middle-Aged White Guy Stumbling Down the X Road of Life. Because You Don't Hear From Us Enough.
