I got some of my grandmother’s old photos at Christmas Eve dinner. Here’s me and mom at the beach. No words for how much I miss her.

A journal from my mom for my birthday

So yeah, this old thing. It’s still here, waiting patiently for me to put words into it. I’ve spent the past few years making empty promises to it in my […]

What? Everyone doesn't read while they hike?

I was almost a teenager before I knew there was such a thing as people who don’t like to read. My grandmother’s house is filled with books. My mom’s house […]