Sinking

I was five years old the first time I remember leaving Phoenix. On a hot summer night, my mother loaded up her red Toyota pickup truck with all of the belongings she could fit, and my sister and I climbed in next to her. I don't remember what specific emotions I was feeling, but they … Continue reading Sinking →

Look Up

The dust has settled from tax season and we are getting back into a routine. Well, I use that term, routine, loosely. My OCD and perfectionism love structure, but having grown up in a home (or, more accurately, about 20 homes before I turned eighteen) that lacked structure or discipline, I struggle with follow through. … Continue reading Look Up →