I’d always thought giving up the struggle would mean I was a quitter. Or would it? I mean, just because I’m capable of treading water to the point of near drowning doesn’t mean it’s a good idea. Maybe sometimes sitting on the shore with a mango iced tea is the bravest choice you can make.

What Wyoming may lack in convenience, it makes up for in large open spaces.

I remember the pleasure of a good grade, my first paycheck, time spent with a good friend, performing in a play, being in the mountains. But not joy for no reason.