It’s 6 a.m. I’m sitting at my desk with a cup of hot apple cider while a chilly rain sprinkles outside, reading my dear friend Sayeh’s beautiful stories about growing up in revolutionary Iran.
Life is pretty darn good.
It’s 6 a.m. I’m sitting at my desk with a cup of hot apple cider while a chilly rain sprinkles outside, reading my dear friend Sayeh’s beautiful stories about growing up in revolutionary Iran.
Life is pretty darn good.