In Memory of Ben…

Benjamin Noah lived to be 16 years and 1 month. He was the best friend and companion of my life, regardless of the number of scars he’s left on my skin. They’re just reminders that he lived. I’m grateful to have so many pictures and silly videos of him so I can always look back at that little face that brought a smile to my own every single morning. I loved him with all my heart and will miss him with all my soul.

Read More

Balls.

A few weeks ago, I was complaining about losing sleep because I couldn’t stop fantasizing about a chiropractor doing an adjustment on my back. Admittedly, it was one the lamest fantasies I’ve had recently, but my back was tight and I. Just. Wanted. It. To. Pop. No amount of stretching and turning and bending was […]

Read More