"You won’t know, if you don’t go."
Five years since the London bombings, and I remember being in London just before and after it happened as if it was yesterday.
Figured this was a good time to bring my post from that day out of the archives. Dedicated to all my London friends who deal with the memory every day.
Today marks the three-year anniversary since losing my mom. I’ve been trying to make sense of my thoughts about it over the past few days, and I find myself being confused about them. I think a it has a lot to do with the turbulent relationship I’d had with her over the course of my [...]
Pop, a few months before his death…
Four years ago today, I lost my Pop. I guess I’m getting better at handling this particular date as each year passes. And this year, I even wondered if any prevailing thought or theme would enter my head enough to make me want to write about it. Yet again, [...]
