A Very Turbulent Coming of Age

I’m flying over farmville as we speak. Topeka, Kansas, to be exact. I’m going to Los Angelos to visit a friend I haven’t seen in years. He called me one month ago and asked me to come. I’m trying to say yes when I’m invited on an adventure. So here I am. Catch flights, not …

Words from a Mourning Daughter

“It’s a hard thing, losing a father
after they’ve been sick for so long.
You feel relieved
melancholic
peaceful
devastated
calm
grateful that they’re out of pain, grateful to have your life back
but wrecked to have it back without them in it.”

Ramblings, 2 Years Later

I am a female twenty-something, and the last time I wrote a post that started this way, we were two months into a deadly pandemic with no end in sight.  I am here to report that two years have passed, and there is still no end in sight. No end to the pandemic. No end …