Earlier in the week I posted a somewhat depressing (although wholly truthful) account of my thirty-sixth birthday and everything I am going through right now. But for now, I feel like I have to write a quick pick-me-up. Another birthday … Continue reading
Last week I turned 36. 36. Last year (obviously), I turned 35. And I ran away from it. I ran as far as I could go, somewhere where I would know no one. I went to Thailand. On my own. … Continue reading
I don’t want to lead you astray by making you believe I am some sort of Amelia Earhart or something. No, I don’t have my pilot’s license… although, maybe that should be my next certification? I mean, why not…? Ha … Continue reading
