Despite all the hard work I’m doing on changing my perspective, there are days here and there where I just crumble like a delicate butter cookie under the weight of an 18-wheeler wearing snow chains. Yesterday was one of those days, so today I’m sporting what I’ve dubbed a “sad hangover.” I’m all achy and …

Kirkersville, Ohio – the place where I grew up – is a teeny tiny village about 25 miles east of Columbus. The population of this village nestled along the South Fork of the Licking River is approximately 500. I didn’t even know I grew up along the South Fork of the Licking River, (which I …