I have no idea what I’m doing.
My parents were a smidgen older than I am now when they thrust me into existence. I didn’t have much say in the matter, but I showed up and immediately started acting like I did.
Tag: traveling
Intimacy Part 4: Wrestling with a Quiet God
I stood by the Light Rail tracks waiting for my train into downtown Denver, wondering if I still believed inContinue Reading
4/13/13
I was the collective youth in search of the other side of America. I sure tried my hardest to flipContinue Reading
