I took the magnetic calendar off my refrigerator and carried it over to the couch. Typically I looked forward to filling in the next months’…
Playing the Victim
My 20s haven’t exactly gone the way I anticipated they would. Shocker. The expectations we carry in life are often thwarted. My timelines don’t always…
Losing Control of My Airplane
I hop onto my dad’s workshop counter amidst a meticulously organized mess of tools, spare airplane parts, and a few stray bolts and screws. I…