It’s a rainy day. And he hated the rain. I haven’t written this summer, because I have hated

For nothing in particular, but everything. For teaching me how to throw that softball, cast that line, mow

(This post was written on 5/26) ********* There –  I did it. I finally said it. I’ve always

This is the story about how I made up an entirely new identity. And why I chose not

Today marks another year older.  I woke up in a slight funk – unexplainable, a little shameful, and

I’ve only once asked you all for help – and you came through. So today, I’m asking again,