My daughter sent me this quote the other day. "Forty-three years old, and the war occurred half a lifetime ago, and yet the remembering makes it now. And sometimes remembering will lead to a story, which makes it forever. That's what stories are for. Stories are for joining the past to the future. Stories are... Continue Reading →
Tattoo
Eight years ago I got a tattoo. I had wanted one for many, many years, just didn’t ever invest the time to do it. I researched a ton, went back and forth on what I wanted and I ended up getting a tattoo that TONS of people have. A cross on my upper arm. Nothing... Continue Reading →