Making the most of rain, soaked inspiration and questionable decisions one blog post at a time.

Yesterday was hard. Really hard. The kind of day that just knocks the wind out of you. I am genuinely grateful that today is Friday…
I was 14, fresh into ninth grade, and already in my second identity crisis. We’d moved from Washington to California right after elementary school, so…
I’m feeling extraordinarily vulnerable. Scared. Worried. Anxious. Unmoored. When I first realized there was no safety net out in the universe, my world came crashing…

Born and raised in the Pacific Northwest—back when dinosaurs roamed the Earth (or so it feels some mornings)—I’m what you’d call “seasoned.” After a lifetime of wandering around this big, quirky United States, collecting stories, bad habits, and questionable furniture, I’ve found myself right back where I started. Guess home really does call you back, like a determined telemarketer.
This blog? It’s… well, it’s everything and nothing, really. A hodgepodge of childhood memories, random musings, opinions no one asked for, and the occasional tangent about whatever pops into my brain at 3 a.m. Think of it as my mental junk drawer—only slightly more organized and with fewer rubber bands.
If you’re into stories about the good old days (when TV had antennas and phones had cords), reflections on life’s oddities, or just want to hang out in the mind of someone who thinks they’re funnier than they probably are—welcome.
Grab a cup of coffee, settle in, and let’s take a trip through my scribbles. It’s part nostalgia, part nonsense, and all me. If nothing else, I promise you’ll leave here either entertained, confused, or both.
Stick around—there’s plenty more where this came from.