Dear Colby, It's been nearly two years that we've had to live without you here. Every second that passes makes me cringe because, in a sense, those passing moments carry me further away from you.
What do I want you to know about me? How do I define who I am? By what I do or don’t do, where I come from, or where I’m going? Maybe what I’ve learned along the way says the most. All of these things have a part to play in what makes me who… Continue reading Identity by Jenny Knipfer