The Unexpected Adventure

Dear readers,  I think I have become a workaholic.

For as long as I can remember, I have watched the people in my life dedicate untold amounts of time and energy to the things they are passionate about.

It was not surprising through my school days to see my dad working at his desk when I woke up and often, sitting there when I went back to sleep.

I have already told you about sleeping under my mom’s desk in the wee hours of the morning while she worked hard to get the pap...