I'm a runner. Or, I was a runner. Sometimes, I forget I'm not a runner anymore. And when it hits me that I can no longer call myself a runner, a wave of depression comes over me that has, on occasion, actually knocked me down. Thankfully, it's a short lived fit of self-pity (usually) and is... Continue Reading →
Dear Me, Life sucks and it’s gonna get worse. But after that…
Dear Jess, So you don't know me (yet), but you will. First off, before you read this.... SPOILERS! (One day, you're gonna find that funny and pity anyone Who doesn't get it.) Right now you're 18, pregnant, and scared out of your mind (and too proud to admit you have no idea what you're doing... Continue Reading →