Muddy overwhelm threatens to wash away her own dreams, so she anchors herself in mine.
Early autumn, Dave and I plan our return to the midwest for Greta’s wedding. But instead of flying conveniently into Chicago, we route tickets to Milwaukee—there’s a place I need to visit in Ferryville, Wisconsin. In September of 2016, on a whim, I wro…
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