I get it. Sometimes change is necessary. But it doesn’t mean I have to like it. It doesn’t mean I have to accept it right away. I’m sure I will one day. But in the immediate moment.Read More Change.
When I was about 14, maybe 13, my little brother and I fought. A lot. He’s about five years younger than me so we were typical siblings and we beat the crap out of each other from when I was about 11 to 14. Fighting ranged from screaming, punching, hair pulling, and all things siblings […]Read More Let ‘Em At It
When I was six or seven years old, I had a first year where I wasn’t downtown for the Fourth of July. I don’t know if I was sick or if my parents just didn’t go, but I watched from the second floor of my house. There’s a good view from that room, and I […]Read More This City, Is My City….And I Love It