To navigate parenthood is tantamount to a guy on a high wire, balancing only upon the small area in which disaster is preventable while any other step can drastically alter your life. My parents knew how to walk that line during my treatment (and for the most part during our younger years). See, as a child, the influence of adults is the word of God. Sure some denounce God’s name and go against his will. Likewise, it’s a fine line between helping shape a child’s passions and squashing them without realization. It’s a certain path on which we must venture to be our best selves.
Ever since my battle with cancer, memories were something that I was compelled to create in abundance. Those memories didn’t need to be tied intrinsically to monumental moments in my life but also derived from simple things such as melodies and quiet nights at home. This next memory, however, involved an event of middling proportions: the departure from my very first home rental… and return to living with my parents.
As it turns out, the plates did indeed still belong to the Cadillac. For whatever reason, Dad hadn’t changed them over. He did have the insurance though, so I knew I could at least contest that. But what about that stupid “transportation?” Ugh, this sucked more than anything has ever sucked before.
Instead of worrying about the impending court hearing, I tried to focus my attention on more pressing matters– My first classes of college, my camerawork, staying warm, and our upcoming Halloween Party.
“The Wayward Traveler Chronicles” will be a series of journal entries recording my trip across the country from Maine to California.
Day Four of the trip, and Day Two in Connecticut, I awoke way too late. Kylie and Connor had been up for five hours and she was ready to grocery shop.
Off we went to the WALMART NEIGHBORHOOD GROCERY?! That’s a thing? Yes, Wal-Mart had some stores where it was identical to a Hannaford or Stop and Shop; no department store items, just grocery.Read More »
For this episode of #52PickUp I watch my favorite Friday the 13th film (yes, you read that right):
Now, I have a penchant for loving cool concepts, even though they’re attempts to reinvigorate waning franchises like Freddy’s Dead: The Final Nightmare, and this film, Jason Goes to Hell: The Final Friday. Hmm, neither one of those were truly final, were they?
I must state first off that I have nothing against the other entries in the Friday the 13th series, I love them all, but this film had that “Je Nais Se Quoi” that allowed it to stand out amongst the rest. I will now attempt to shine a light on my favorite elements of the film.Read More »