I usually buckle when I’m accused of being so “pissed off” all of the time. What the hell do I have to be so pissed off about anyway? Nothing, I suppose. Or, maybe everything. Maybe I’m sick and tired of being sick and tired. Maybe I’m pissed off that I can’t talk about anything without […]Read more "spouting off"
she held the memories close to her heart. memories are, after all, what keeps us moving. they keep us loving and learning and wanting more. what else do we have but memories? they are our stories. they weave us into who we are now and who we’ll become tomorrow. she knew change was imminent. it […]Read more "let them fly"
we went to Europe. we counted down the days. we talked about it as if it were a faraway dream. but then we made it happen. we went to Europe. and I’m going to tell you more about it as soon as I can wrap my head around it all. it’s a pretty big deal, […]Read more "watch us as we go"
It’s about time I share this fun little find. I got this awesome broken Coke bottle in Vanuatu, and it’s my favorite souvenir. Maybe ever. Why? This Coke bottle, which is broken and battered and stamped with the city where I live, was found in Vanuatu after American soldiers had trashed the island with a […]Read more "back home again in Indiana"
the guys (minus biggest brother who was hiding from the sun) have a chat on Cocoa Beach, Florida. it’s been a while since I told the boys we need to spend our money on adventures and experiences instead of things. we did well with this, mostly. we went places. saw things. admired art and ran through […]Read more "experience life"