I knew we were in Michigan once we began seeing dead deer lining the road and lingering snow over dreary, brown grass. What a change from...
Ethos. Logos. Pathos.
The musings of Rebecca Rhoads
Hello. Please be my guest for a short while. Let's put the noise of the world behind, kick back and chat over a good cup of coffee. I'll do my best to entertain and to provoke thought. I'll tell you stories that have been six decades in the making. And I hope I make your day a little brighter for having spent time with me.