I Did It: Yes to Every Chapter

Turns out finishing doesn’t feel like triumph. It feels like setting something heavy down. I finally finished the first draft, and my body knows it.

Old Me Would Kick New Me’s Ass

If Old Me could see New Me now, she’d slap me… I need to write my memoir unburdened by expectation, the way I used to write!

Giving Dad Away, Piece by Piece

I know Dad is gone now, and he has no use for these material things, but it still feels like I’m giving him away, piece by piece.

Willcome home, Uncle Bubba

I oughta thank my mom’s brother, Troy, not any luck-filled stars, for teaching our family how to use a camcorder in the 90s.