I’m from the trail running, root jumping, stream crossing, heart pounding, sweat that runs down my face as I try to keep up with my father’s pace on our latest 5k. “Go Zoe Go… Straight to the finish line” he yelled and I as I feel his encouragement. I’m from … Continue reading Zoe, Where Are You From?
“I told you not to bring it! Now watch this!” I start weeping as my dad slowly tears a hole in it and, sadly, continues. <><><> We are on the way home from Cape Cod, an annual trip, a tradition for my family. Outside it is sunny, the trees are bright green, and there are … Continue reading Ripped