So, we will just roll on with this too. Like we do.

That entire evening is a blur to me. My last detailed memory was us sitting in the waiting room. We were listening to the girl behind us dry heave into the barf bag they graciously provided her. Some children on the other side of the room arguing over a toy fire truck. A man came … Continue reading So, we will just roll on with this too. Like we do.

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My Two Cents On NASCAR

I just read a great article in the Wall Street Journal about NASCAR’s declining popularity and revenue. I've been a fan since Dale Jr's rookie Cup season. Not by coincidence. Since that time the sport's popularity has declined steadily. After Matt Kenseth cruised around in circles in 2003 and won a title after winning one … Continue reading My Two Cents On NASCAR

Can SOMEONE Else Do The Bending? For Once.

My counselor suggested at one of our first meetings that I keep a journal. My first thought was, “You, lady, are insane. Hell no. That’s asking for trouble” because frankly my private thoughts are enough to give the devil himself pause at times. I don’t really have a good explanation for it, but generally my … Continue reading Can SOMEONE Else Do The Bending? For Once.

The Coolest Shit That’s Ever Happened To Me

I have always believed that certain events in your life will change the person that you are, regardless of what stage of life you're in when they occur. Having sex for the first time, falling in love the first time, having your heart broken, breaking someone's heart, getting married, getting divorced, finding your soul mate … Continue reading The Coolest Shit That’s Ever Happened To Me

People Are Going To Think You’re a Homosexual: A Reflection on my Childhood

I’ve been listening to an audio book by Brene Brown. It seems, as of Chapter 13, to be a series of talks/teachings that she has given on the subject of vulnerability. So far, most of it has resonated with me far more than I care for it to, especially the points on empathy and shame. … Continue reading People Are Going To Think You’re a Homosexual: A Reflection on my Childhood