The Source of My Crazy
When I was in high school I was a socially awkward, chubby, volleyball playing artist in a new school whereContinue Reading
When I was in high school I was a socially awkward, chubby, volleyball playing artist in a new school whereContinue Reading
I’m not what anyone would call a religious person. I was raised in a catholic household, but do not practiceContinue Reading
It’s a warm day in the city, but not as warm as the day before. A breeze blows benignly. AContinue Reading
When I left for work this morning, the sun peaking out from behind the occasional cloud. A beautiful late springContinue Reading
My bags overflowed with hiking gear, photography equipment, and many pairs of socks. Utah’s national parks were all on myContinue Reading






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