When I booked my hotel in Ft. Wayne a few weeks back, I had to make a decision: stay for the extra night or return to Muncie. Everything inside screamed “Come home, silly.” But that’s exactly the kind of thinking I’m trying to purge from the head. So I bucked up, extended my stay by… Read More


February 4, 2010. That’s the day I quit smoking. Thirty-three weeks, 2 days, 9 hours and 52 minutes ago as I write this. I was tired of feeling sluggish. I was tired of being a fatty. I was tired of not feeling my body. I was just tired. So I decided it was time to… Read More