‘Average’ Is Not A Dirty Word

There is a pervasive notion that by admitting to being ‘average’ you are somehow settling. That you’ve accepted the drudgery of life and have no drive or will to press forward, to grow, to be better.

The Night Drives

The highway spreads out beneath my truck like a black, pulsing vein. I can feel it shifting under the racing tires, alive and restless, as the sun sets violently in the rearview mirror painting the inside of the cab in shades of rose.

I Don’t Want To Protect My Daughter. I Want To Prepare Her.

I, like most parents, have this vague philosophy by which I’m attempting to raise the product of my uterus. Currently, it amounts to something like this: I don’t want to merely protect my daughter from the world; I want to prepare her for it.