I roll into Seattle on I-5 and turn the radio to STAR 101.5. It's a funny habit from high school. Macklemore's Good Old Days serendipitously blares through the speakers. Because, well, you know, this is the city he's singing about. It's been over two decades since I flew the nest and built new ones in… Continue reading About Good Old Days and Letting Go
Anika Ortiz 