I was 6 years old. I told you I didn’t want to ride the bus. You said it wasn’t up for discussion. I begged and pleaded. I cried and pulled my hair. You were unaffected. I threw myself on the ground and vowed never to speak to you again if you made me get on that bus.
I never really liked risk. Well, let me rephrase that. I romanticize risk and love the idea of it. I praise the people who are risk-takers and enjoy reading about people who stubbornly dare to do great things despite the odds.… READ THE REST
It’s officially the season of graduation parties and cookouts. Who doesn’t like free food? For the grad, there are a lot of unknowns in the world and it doesn’t usually hit them until all the balloons deflate and the leftover pulled pork is scraped from the bottom of the pan.… READ THE REST