Zephyr Place

Zephyr Place was the street I lived on in Maplewood, Missouri. I only lived in that house for a few months, but it was an important time in my life. Previously, I’d been homeless and was living wherever I could. Sleeping on the street. Sleeping in my friends’ vehicles. Sometimes on strangers couches because theyContinue reading “Zephyr Place”

Missing Him

I don’t know why it hit me today, but I miss my Dad. He passed on September 25, 2020. I haven’t been able to go down there (where he lived, my hometown) since his funeral and it just weighs heavily on me. This first year with him gone has made me acutely aware of soContinue reading “Missing Him”