Crab Graveyard.

I’ve had a few traumatic experiences in life: the car door suddenly flying open while your mom is driving (the lock on the door was faulty), horror movies (my dad was an avid Freddie Crouger watcher), and wincing as I saw pictures of my Grandfather’s proud kills during hunting season. Apparently I used to wince… Read More Crab Graveyard.

Recently I had a conversation with a friend, who I also consider a mentor in my life, that made me think more about the direction of my blog.  This isn’t a disclaimer, but something I just felt like putting out here: Upon deciding to start blogging again, I wasn’t sure what direction I wanted to… Read More