Morning S’Mores.

Pat, pat, pat- I could hear the rain falling from the sky and hitting our tent ever so softy. Barely opening my eyes, I could feel the tangle of bodies, sleeping bags and packs that were covering the floor of the small tent. The gentle hum of Kathleen’s faint breathing kept beat with the rain…

Sweet As Reunion.

There are some relationships and friendships that are just a little stronger, a little different and a little bit harder to explain. We call ourselves soul mate friends because quite honestly she is more than a friend- she is a soul mate. Kathleen and I met during a study abroad trip in New Zealand back…