I lost my grandfather recently. He always told little stories at thanksgiving. He wasn’t in good health, but it was still sudden. I’m twenty-eight years old. It was the first time I ever saw my father cry. His mom passed a few years prior, but Alzheimer's had her sick for a long time. Her … Continue reading Little Stories
When I was a small child, I wanted to be spider man. Seriously. My older brother and my mom were talking one day and when they asked me what I wanted to be, I replied with my proudest grin that I wanted to be spider man. My brother, only a few years older than me … Continue reading A Little Bit of Fight
You know you should switch your phone off and just chill out for a day. Maybe go for a hike, get a workout in. It always sounds nice. You never do it.
Passion is supposed to always be fiery. Right? It's always raging and burning and evidently flailing wildly about. That's great. Not a damn thing wrong with that. It just seems like such a narrow view. Perhaps I'm just rebelling and my insecurity is on display, but I've been told I lack passion before. Several times … Continue reading What Does Your Passion Look Like?
Because monsters can't be allowed to speak on our behalf. This week we see people at the highest levels of government preaching that boy's will be boys. They aren't discussing scrapes, bruises or busted windows. They are talking about sexual assault. It doesn't matter if you believe Dr. Ford It doesn't matter if you think … Continue reading Why We Must Speak