Running to Daddy

I’ve always said we would never get a trampoline. I’ve heard too many stories of people breaking bones, or spraining ankles, or cracking their heads open while jumping on a trampoline. Don’t get me wrong, I bear no ill will toward people who have trampolines, I just wasn’t interested. We had at least twice whenContinue reading “Running to Daddy”

The Worst Birthday Ever

My seventh birthday is probably my most memorable birthday ever. But it’s highly memorable… for all the wrong reasons. I grew up in a military home. My dad was in the Army, which meant we usually moved every two or three years. There was a fun side to that. We got to see different areasContinue reading “The Worst Birthday Ever”

Ode to a Small Yellow House

It’s a strange feeling—going back to a place after not being there for a long time. Sometimes, the place has changed. Sometimes, you’ve changed. Sometimes, it’s a little of both. It feels like you’re meeting a stranger, but somehow it’s a stranger you’ve known for a very long time. That’s how I felt last May,Continue reading “Ode to a Small Yellow House”