Maybe It’s Not All Downhill from Here
One insight that skiing bestowed on me arrived courtesy of a young Scandinavian Valkyrie named Sigrid.
One insight that skiing bestowed on me arrived courtesy of a young Scandinavian Valkyrie named Sigrid.
I am a time machine. And, naturally, you are too.
Fifteen minutes of a young surfer’s morning at Mavericks—California’s most brutal break
I’m not at the end of my hunting trail. But I’m pretty sure that I can see it from here.
The Sage of Oxford, William Faulkner, proved that one could become a giant of letters even if only a shrimp of a man. The size of a mind, heart or talent, y’see, just ain’t dependent on physical stature.