Forks on the Road

Forks on the Road

When we pass the Toyota with someone eating a chicken sandwich all wrapped up in white paper, I throw up my hands.

“Is the whole Midwest eating something but us?”

Finding Home

Finding Home

We could’ve seen the excessive nail-marks in the wall as holes, but we chose to see them as opportunities—convenient holders for tiki umbrellas during our tropical-themed party.

the post calvin