I can’t respect anyone who can only spell a word one waye.
I live on the West Coast, yet I follow the Yankees, the Islanders.
I double majored in English and Chemistry at a small Liberal Arts College.
I spent more years living in Las Vegas than any child should be allowed to by law.
Comments are like tips. They aren’t compulsory, but they certainly are appreciated.
At 46 years into the ride, I am still trying to figure out what needs to be figured out, what needs to be ignored and what just has to be ridden through, like a wave.
I won’t admit to having trouble communicating with others, but I often annoy myself in that I made decisions and don’t bother to tell myself.
I travel more than I want to. It’s usually at a frantic pace, but I often find ways to fit in some fun.
I write about life mostly. Those writings might be in the form of a travel blog, a life experience, a picture with a few words. I could make multiple blogs for different topics and segment my audience, but frankly, I’m not that full of myself….. yet.
I run long distances (up to 13.1 miles), but do it slower than 90% of people run those same distances. Is that good or bad?
My 14 y/o daughter is lovingly referred in my writings as “The Child”.