• the days the music dies

    the days the music dies

    The deck was stacked against me.  As a child I had several knocks to my noggin … a couple pretty severe.  I grew up poor with my brain seeped in the chemicals of toxic stress that often accompany poverty.  And […]

  • through the panic

    through the panic

    Earlier this week at work, I put on my coat, grabbed my bag, and walked out the door.  And then I started to run.  I ran fast enough to make it to my car quickly, but not so fast as […]