His last words were written on a napkinReflecting on one year of missing my daddyDec 15, 2023Dec 15, 2023
The upside of the Ironman I wish I never ranHow I nearly killed myself running a race I had no business running, and the lessons I learned from it…Feb 20, 2023Feb 20, 2023
Finding balance in a time of griefGrief does not have a finish line I can reach; it’s not something I can get over or complete. Instead, it’s a really large rock on my…Jan 24, 20231Jan 24, 20231
Brown cows and muscadine grapesGrowing up, I often heard my mom joke about how she could never possibly give anyone directions to where she was from. This was before the…Jan 4, 20231Jan 4, 20231
The donation I couldn’t giveI had always been terrified to donate blood. I always thought back to an instance in 2011 when I was getting some bloodwork done in…Dec 21, 2022Dec 21, 2022
Home on the riverA couple of days before my dad died, I found a ladybug. It was a reddish-orangish ladybug with no spots, crawling around on the Kleenex box…Dec 13, 2022Dec 13, 2022
The protagonistThe following was written at 10:40 pm on November 17, 2022, in Room 5324 of Greenville Memorial Hospital in Greenville, SC. The content has…Dec 8, 2022Dec 8, 2022
The puzzle piecesLet’s take it back to 2017. I’m a 25-year-old expat in Santiago, Chile. I’ve been here for two years, figuring out how to make ends meet.Oct 23, 2022Oct 23, 2022
