Of all the “heroes” at the Hero Round Table conference, my hero wasn’t the Auschwitz survivor, the ninja, the psychologist, or the desert runner (though they were all pretty darn cool). My hero was the woman no one saw.
I have an ugly backpack. I realized that this morning, as I hugged my family goodbye and swung it over my shoulder on the way out the door. It isn’t my epic glory (read: dirt) encrusted travel pack. No, that one’s blue and grey and shows a couple of years and more than a few […]