Monday Mugs || Welcome Home

“Welcome home!” shouted border patrol, and I never thought I’d experience such emotion to be back on American soil. Er, cement. I hadn’t been gone for very long. An hour, maybe? Though, when you’re running a half-marathon an hour feels like an eternity. Mile 4 was the Ambassador Bridge—something I’ve run over twice but have... Continue Reading →

That Day

I was with my parents, babysitting my nephew while they met with contractors about the house we were readying to build. I wasn't very old. Nearly twelve. But I understood. This wasn't a joke or a dream, though everyone watching that day was hoping for some kind of snap that would bring them out of... Continue Reading →

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