I never have loved to run. But for whatever reason, every Spring, I try to 
convince myself that I do. That’s how I ended up here. Staring from the top of these old concrete stairs, completely out of breath—not only because I’m overweight and out of shape—but because of the staggering flood of memories that have just come rushing back in. Continue reading “Sinners, Honkys and Misfits.”
The Story So Far–All Who WONDER, are not lost.
I really believe it's the moments we can't talk about that become the rest of our lives. It's the moments we can't process by telling a story, that destroy us in the end.– Chuck Palahnuik