Notes From the Garden

Notes From the Garden

I lived in the city growing up, in a top floor apartment above my paternal grandparents. Our yard was 2/3 concrete, but my mother made the other 1/3 look like a lush, verdant paradise. She had a square garden alongside the driveway, couldn’t have been more than...
Inconsistency Is Hard To Trust

Inconsistency Is Hard To Trust

I am a big fan of follow through. If someone tells me they are going to do something, be somewhere, or support me in some way, they better follow through. I am also a big fan of taking action. Do the thing! Don’t just talk about doing the thing. I have little...
At Arm’s Length

At Arm’s Length

With the start of senior year, I find myself entering uncharted territory. She is pulling away from me and holding me at arm’s length for the first time ever.   Free flowing communication has been largely replaced by secrecy and silence. Even though she still...