Run Away

I was six years old the first time I ran away from home. We lived in the middle of 80 acres of state forest property and there were fewer than five homes within a mile of where we lived. I remember feeling as though anything had to be better than my home, my parents and … Read more


When I look back on my life and ponder all of the adventures, exposures and people I know I am blessed. I spend more time than most would deem it necessary in evaluating my experiences. It was a rough beginning and that forces me to look at why I’ve had the experiences that have come … Read more