People who equate truth with fact are missing the point.


My parents, my sister, Jacob, Abbie, and I got on a plane in Albuquerque and went to Seattle for Christmas, 1997. We needed to say goodbye to my grandma, my mom’s mom.

The journey there was epic. I’ll have to remember to tell you that story. My family? Not the world’s best travelers.

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