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Turkey Trot (or Not)

To perfectly capture the moment, the photo of my mom crossing the finish line includes me in the background, having lost the battle with my stomach and undoubtedly scarring fellow turkey-trotters for life.

Fear Factor

I mean honestly, I cried the entire eight-hour car ride to college (shout out to my parents who kept driving).

The Group Date

This is probably the only day I will ever respond positively to the question, “All right, are we ready to go for a run?” 

Advice from the Island Bar

This friendly man at the bar wrote the books my dad and grandpa read at the beach for years, AND he was partially responsible for our family tradition of eating dinner (and lunch, and then dinner again) at Doc Fords on Sanibel.

A Journey of Advent

For months, I have been waiting for news about my dream opportunity. I have held back from any long-term commitments for the sake of a possibility. I have been expectantly been waiting for news—any news.

Open Seating

“I’m actually on a connecting flight, traveling to a corn hole tournament. It’s a pretty big deal,” the man in the seat behind me announced. 

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