I don’t want to know sh*t about f*ck

On the turn of a dime I found myself back in North Dakota last week to bring support of some type to a chaotic situation that sits close to my heart. As the miles lessened and the landing gear dropped on my last flight, I could feel the pressure building up inside of me. It…

49.5

Six months away from 50 and here I sit, looking at a series of tiny bruises on my fingertips. I’ve been testing my blood sugar off and on since I woke up today. Am I diabetic? No and that was confirmed today by the 7 tests I’ve done so far. Why did I just type…