Not your mother’s Birks

About a week and a half ago, while I was shopping, I slipped my feet into a pair of Birkenstocks at some shoe store. If my feet could talk, they would have breathed a very loud, audible sigh of relief. Immediately my feet felt some arch support and my feet felt energized. Concerns about whether they made my feet look like an exhibit in the … Continue reading Not your mother’s Birks