My Drum

My Drum

  I’m a bit of a rebel at heart, but in my own way I guess. I don’t do drugs or dance drunk on table tops. I’ve never driven cross-country alone or traversed the mountains with nothing but a backpack(although I totally would). I never rebelled as a kid. I’ve only had two tickets. I […]

Forgetful

Forgetful

I’ve thought about this post a lot. I’ve wondered how to write it in a way that’s encouraging and maybe relatable, without being annoyingly self-deprecating. I’ve written about this before, but yesterday was a particularly humbling day in the area of memory, or lack thereof. It made me think, surely I am not the only […]