There is something tender in the cold days of winter that latches onto your bones and carries on you like a worn coat from winter to winter as you grow, change, move, and adapt to new environments, and yet flares up like an old injury when the temperature drops in those early months of the…
In my youth, daydreams of travel were part of the norm. My blood was filled with the desire to explore and move and it was ever-present from my earliest years. I had great grandparents who left their native Sicily for America, grandfather's who traveled with the military, and a father who drove a tractor-trailer all…
Erica Rose Eberhart 