Lorien Johnson

I am a bad, bad archaeologist-intern. I was assigned to identifying this button medallion, today. Brass, horribly tarnished, can’t be soaked because it would ruin the paint. I was trying to brush off enough of the green gunk to read the Latin on the bottom, and all I could think was “just a little spit! [...]

I am extraordinarily grateful that after conversations with my parents I consistently think “I love my daddy/mommy.”