Bowling with my dad

My last memory of my father before he passed is of us bowling together. I remember the rundown bowling alley, greasy food, the way he smiled and laughed. But what I remember the most is the dull ache in my heart. I had confronted him about the one thing no one but he and I … Continue reading Bowling with my dad

Shirts with a Purpose

I remember being unemployed when I first moved to Phoenix and reaching this point where I was going to be my own hero. I decided I would sell hand-painted mason jar water bottles. I spent hours painting and baking them. I was so proud of my creation. I sold one bottle. To a friend. It … Continue reading Shirts with a Purpose