Two of my favorite things are travel and stories. The wonderful thing about both is they can take place anywhere, any time, and be either infinitesimally short or lifetimes long. Travel in and of itself is a story waiting to be told. For me, travel takes place not only physically but mentally and spiritually as well.... Continue Reading →
My First Run
I was fourteen years old the first time I tried running as a form of exercise. I was soft and a little pudgy in that way adolescent girls often are, and had been voted "Least Likely to Sweat" by my family. Even so, I borrowed my boyfriend's sweats and a tee shirt, and with his heartfelt... Continue Reading →
Holly Layman: Writer and Editor 