I lost my mom when I was 8 years old. I remember that she was sick, that I stayed with my aunt that night, and that I was pulled from school because she was in the hospital. That night I laid in bed and knew everything would be fine, because she was too young to…
What is it that makes us marvel at a landscape; why do we call it beautiful? Jackson asked me this question as we walked away from Corona Arch. We had decided to stick to state parks so that Kona could hike with us. The trek was every bit as beautiful as the ones from the…
I don’t remember the very first time Jackson asked me the question, “Are you happy?” I don’t remember where we were or what we were doing to prompt the question. I do know that it was in the very early stages of our relationship and I remember exactly how it made me feel. He looked…
Over the past several months a lot has happened and a lot has changed. Often this change excites me and drives me forward. Just as often it terrifies and paralyzes me to the point that I don’t want to do anything for fear of the unknown. My struggle is that I’m in-between what I’ve always…
I’m writing from a place of happiness, frustration, learning and a continual state of confusion about the world, people, circumstances and events. I’m putting my voice out there because I think that we can learn a lot from each others experiences.
