Last Easter I made a big leap. Physically. Off a (small) cliff and into a deep blue river by a waterfall. In hot hot Cuban sunshine.
Well, maybe it was just a ledge. But I am scared of heights, so it was a big deal. A big leap, in fact. Continue reading

If you were not afraid of anything or anyone, what would you do? Who would you be? What would you say? How would you live? Where would you live? How would you dress?
