Armpits, Niagara Falls, and the Calamity of my Teenage Years

My trusty jacket and the freedoms it provided me...look at me rockin' out with my pits out.

[fb_button]Back in the day, when I used to blog daily, I would just start writing and stuff would come out of my brain and onto the screen and I would hit “publish” and that would be that. Now, after many years of getting REALLY good at being an over-thinker, I stare at the screen a… Continue reading Armpits, Niagara Falls, and the Calamity of my Teenage Years