Write like no one is reading.Because, really, no one is reading. I hate my depression.I hate that no matter how…
Because, really, no one is reading. Recently a wise person told me it was time to tell my own story.…
I found this online and modified it for my own particular needs. Feel free to adapt as needed. It’s best…
August 9-11, 2009, Girl Scouts Trip. This tree was 3,000 years old. I cried.
May 2018
It was totally haunted, too.
This is very much a competition between my brother and me to see who can get all 50 states first.…
May 26, 2008 and March 2013
July 7-15, 2007
Katrina, March 16, 2010. I never said it had to be a romantic kiss, so this one counts.