I have a scar on my upper thigh that was formed from the sharp edge of a machete blade when I was 17. A thin curve of missing cartilage behind my right ear
I’m a big believer is acknowledging milestones. In taking stock of passing moments and knowing that the continuation of time is sometimes a celebration in itself. I don’t want to take being alive
I’m a well-known wuss. I hate horror movies or haunted houses or television shows that show dead people or actual dead people or vampires or zombies or poltergeists or basically anything in between.
The house where I grew up is about a two minute drive from a golf course, and from the ages of 4 to 17, every single time it snowed my little brother and