“My uncle just passed away,” are words I’ve repeated several times this week. Most people react with a concerned look, asking me, “Were you close?” To which I respond, “I don't really know.” These types of conversations have been transporting me back to the last time I saw him in person: The day of my … Continue reading Tumbleweed
So many memories to collect. So little time...
I’ve felt time a little heavier lately—in the fine lines I can’t remember from before; in the tiny popping in my lower back as I twist down to pick up a pen; in that fiercely subtle “boom, boom, boom” in my chest, like a ticking clock, like a threat, wrapped up in blessings, and moments, … Continue reading Breathe Through
Solitude is a long stretch of blacktop plotting my next move before I even know to make it—grazing the borders of legality, unbound yet trapped by my own hands upon the wheel. Solitude is a gentle swerve into the turn—a coast to the outcropping before allowing the wheel to straighten on its own. It's a … Continue reading Race Therapy
The Daily "Me" 