The best art always finds its way into a museum.

How did we go from brat summer to fascist winter?

Beep Beep. Who got the keys to the jeep? VROOOM! The best views come after the bumpiest of rides.

931 days of living with a brain injury. 931 days of resilience.

I unlocked a milestone—playing a racquet sport again. It’s proof that progress is always possible.

I push myself every day, and if I can do it, so can you. It’s never too late to try something new and discover what you’re capable of.

This week confirmed that fuckery is at an all time high. Staying focused on what I can control.

First post. Now what?