The Flying Flag

I stood atop the deck of the ferry as the wind gently played with my hair, my gaze lost somewhere along the horizon. I gracefully leaned against the railing and sipped my tiny cup of cappuccino. My dress flowed beautifully behind me and I knew that I was perfectly...

The Tree of Light

When spring comes after a long Wisconsin winter a person is itching to get outside, get away, breathe fresh air, and explore new territory. This was just the case a few years back. Some friends and I had planned to attend a large conference several states south, but...