
Finding Home in an Interstitial Space
I knew the house was an interstitial space from which I was certain, I could find my way home.
*An excerpt from my memoir in progress, Hard to Kill.

I knew the house was an interstitial space from which I was certain, I could find my way home.
*An excerpt from my memoir in progress, Hard to Kill.

Life’s Templates My life has never fit standard templates. So, I have always trusted my gut when making decisions. Many of my worst choices, according to most standards, became my best decisions. That’s because they rarely adhered to rules or templates about what, when, and how one should do things. When we “should” all over one another, we build traps and cages for one another. We need to stop that because the best lives are spent exploring myriad roads. That’s how we discover our passions, our gifts, and our purposes. I dropped out of high school in the 11th grade.