A Big Move

When I was seven, we moved from Virginia to South Florida. Everyone in my family was going through something. The ‘better job’ my dad took, the one that moved us 1,000 miles, was terrible. He immediately began looking for a way out. He would spend the next five years looking for a job closer to … Continue reading A Big Move →

My First Memories

I grew up in a fairly conservative home, but it wasn’t the most conservative I knew. For instance, we attended a very small private school to which my sister and I wore skirts. At home, we were allowed to wear pants and shorts, but when I went to play at my best friends house, I … Continue reading My First Memories →