We’re swapping the canopy off the truck again because we want the silver one, no the white one, no actually the silver one is better let’s put that back on. I am helping my spouse move this big, heavy, hulking behemoth because all of our really strong friends...
Hiding under an inverted canoe, a shield of epoxied fiberglass shards, we are almost able to keep our entire bodies out of the torrential rain. We’d been enjoying a leisurely float down the Jefferson when a sudden thunderstorm flooded the languid river, causing our...
The wood chips are frozen into mini-jagged peaks as angry breath clouds my face in the bitter air. “You think I can’t do it because I’m a GIRL!”, I shout, in my most confident-sounding second-grader voice. A group of older boys is fighting me...
The sunlight warms the pasty skin beneath my toenails as I feel my toe-hairs rustle gently in the springtime breeze. After many months trapped inside closed-toed, sock-stuffed, freedom-restricting shoes, my feet are released, yet again, into the world. It’s a sunny...
Editor’s Note: I published this post for the first time in 2016, two years after Loren’s accident. Every year around the February 19 anniversary I republish the blog to encourage action and honor Loren’s legacy. If this is your first time reading, I...
When you plan to have a surprise wedding, items quickly get sorted into one of two categories: 1) things you can control, and therefore are allowed to care about, and 2) things you cannot control and have to let go. Food. Music. The dress. Those all fall in the former...
