One blog post at a time.

I can tell this story because it was long enough ago and I think we can all agree that curiosity, wine and a debit card…

If there ever comes a time where I’m told it’s the end for me, here’s my plan: I’m throwing a huge party and everyone’s invited.…
It’s 2 am when I finally give up and move to the couch. I’m not going to sleep anymore. I can’t breathe through…

I’m a writer of tales. Mostly awkward. Mostly true. Mostly funny. Mostly about me because I’m walking between banana peels and am not very graceful, for the most part.