What do you say?

It’s hard to call myself a writer. I don’t know why exactly. I guess something in me feels inadequate, like a poser trying to be something I’m not. At least, that’s what the voice in my head likes to tell me. It’s amazing how sometimes the words we speak to ourselves cut the deepest andContinue reading “What do you say?”

Hello, my name is….

Junior year of high school, I had a tendency to accidentally miss class periodically. I’m not really sure how it would happen, but inevitably somehow nearly every day something “came up” that got in the way of my class schedule and, well, decisions had to be made. Given that I already felt like I wasContinue reading “Hello, my name is….”

Pura Vida

Row 7, window seat on the 8:00 am flight out of Rogue Valley “International” Airport. Excited for another adventure together, my wife and I settle in for a long day of travel, expecting to arrive at our destination in about 15 hours. We absolutely love traveling together. Discovering new beautiful places, learning about culture andContinue reading “Pura Vida”

Green, Type 9, INFP

When I was in nursing school, our instructors thought it would be a great idea to divide the class up for a discussion. Self-identified introverts on the right side of the classroom, extroverts on the left. Still to this day, I’m not really sure what the purpose of that was but one thing is forContinue reading “Green, Type 9, INFP”