In which I talk about a vision forward for the city.
I chose Flint.
I was a late bloomer, as they like to say, but really I was just scared to death about moving out of my parent’s house. Moving out made me an adult in full and I wasn’t sure I was ready for that.
I am still not sure.
In which I talk about those we lose and how they haunt us.
(Pardon the audio, I recorded on my phone so it’s a little woogity).
In which I talk about the struggles we face and the need to help one another through them.
rough draft of a story i wrote this week before finding out about the loss of a friend who took their own life. this story feels very raw and real to me but i think there’s a sort of truth in that that maybe someone can get somthing from.
Being just shy of forty-five, I have worked a lot of jobs.
A lot of jobs.
I started working when I was a teenager, doing occasional yard work for a neighbor for $5 an hour, which at the time seemed pretty amazing. From there I worked with my sister cleaning a couple offices my dad was connected to and I have worked every since. I grew up a spoiled kid but not one that didn’t appreciate that you had to work in life.
That’s just how the system is.
So, I worked.
In which I talk about following your passions and such.