Sometimes a blog becomes a source of guilt. This beloved site that pulled me through the most difficult season of my life has now gathered (pixel) dust. I tried rebooting a few times, but I dunno… It’s time, though. As …
2016 was war. 2017 was peace. 2018 is euphoria.
The worst year of my life led to the best of my life. I am adamant in my belief that faith was the catalyst for where I am today.
I declared war against my cystic fibrosis after a lifetime of being a victim. One year ago, I won.
We all breathed heavily. Some, a shallow heavy. Others, a deep heavy.
If I had to list my top three skills, it would be Star Wars debating, writing, and vomiting. I’m a darn good vomiter. Nah, my head is stuck in the past. I’m not really good at it anymore. But there …
A cheery update on how things are going, to make up for the last dreary post.