I blame my weight gain on scotch and the fact that they don’t put the calories on the bottle. If they don’t print it, it doesn’t exist.

Cheese grits at 10 pm probably doesn’t help either…



Feels like a lifetime ago when I was in this photo.

The thing I remember the most about driving to Lackland was the bus ride to basic. Hearing people laughing and clapping till all that nonsense stopped suddenly with the opening of a bus door.

Then it felt like all we heard was shouting for weeks to come, as reality hit us quickly where we were and why we were there.

The main thing I miss about the military, sometimes, is that unforgettable feeling of being a part of a greater team. It’s something you have to live to experience and it’s unforgettable.




The worst part about my birthday is that I never know if it’s real.

When all you have is a note pinned to your clothes… or so they say… who can say what really happened on a day you’ll never remember no matter how hard you try.

Was it today? Was it yesterday? Is it another day?

I guess we’ll never know as we grow old. But somewhere along the way, during those nights of drinks and cigarette butts, we have to find a peace inside. A voice that says we are ok with not knowing our past and we can adopt the future instead.

That’s the life of an adoptee sometimes. And each birthday it never gets easier. As we grow older, it actually gets harder sometimes.




Sometimes good things come to those that believe. But even more than belief, when we set our actions upon the backs of our hearts and strive to make our dreams come true we can accomplish anything. Through the struggle we learn to appreciate why we struggle and life becomes that more important.

Then we truly live.