I like long flights because I get to read entire books in one sitting. Because of my Amazon Prime addiction, I always have a stack of books on deck for me to read.  My options typically run the gamut from business books to spiritual guides, but for these prime reading opportunities I tend to gravitate towards my sentimental options.  Which usually leads to some public, not-so-inconspicuous crying. Tears streaming, snot dripping, sniffles audible – the type of spectacle that makes everyone around me uncomfortable and makes me look like a hot disaster when I finally arrive at my destination.  Clearly, I am a person who has it together in life. Continue reading “Read this: tiny beautiful things (Cheryl Strayed)”