Tag Archives: mourning doves

Adolescence

On Friday morning, I walked the labyrinth¬†at Whidbey¬†Institute in celebration of my friend Evan’s thirteenth birthday. As I circled inward, an old song began to play in my mind. It was from my very first visit to the Institute, then … Continue reading

Posted in Thinking Out Loud | Tagged , , , , , | 4 Comments