Picking Up A Hitchhiker

I still write to process things, but I miss this blog. If I were ever to write an autobiography, some good reference points would be from he...

  Remember, remember the 5th of November. Today is my 15th cancerversary. I guess I picked the timing of returning to the blog because I hav...

“I’ve been told I’ll find some truth down in my bones But I don’t know I know, know I can’t even seem to find my own road home And I hope th...

  Torn between what is and what could be. It’s hard to write the story When the story’s writing me —  Great Expectations, The Outsiders ⸻ Th...

“I've come to know that love's not only the best days  Or the worst days  Love is the Tuesdays“ Waiting for cancer results is never ...

“ Why live life from dream to dream and dread the day when dreaming ends?” If anyone wonders if scananxiety is real, it’s 2:26 am and I am b...

 I grew up poor in Mexico and then came over in the same financial state to the United States at 8 years of age. Christmas memories vary for...

 This thing is called picking up a hitchhiker because I’ve picked up every hitchhiker I’ve ever passed by and then needed rides for 3 years....