Santa First

It feels sort of stupid to even go over all of this on a history blog because of course we … More

This Hat is on Fire

This time of year, when the air starts to get a bit more brisk, the dusk creeps in slightly earlier … More

Flying Solo: Confinements of the Cage

What kind of woman takes to the skies in extremely questionable technology, preferring the thrill and danger of solo exploration over two feet on solid ground? A woman scared to death of finding herself at the mercy of anyone else’s priorities. A bird that would rather fly away from the flock, in the danger of the open air, than embrace the comfort of the cage.