Last Thursday we left the cold of Wisconsin for the warmer weather. Chris’s documentary was premiering marking the beginning of Swampfest 2019, an annual Bmx festival. Traveling with Chris over the years for his art has prepared me for the most outlandish and crazy moments and this trip did not disappoint. I’ve learned to go…

Cancer is no treat by any means. When I say it sucks, what I really mean is it blows fucking chunks of suckiness. Aside from the fact that I’m dying (honestly we all are so welcome to my Club of Morbid Mortality), the different treatments suck. In my twenties if you asked me if I…

Seven years ago today, we started on a journey. We went from 2 to 3. I woke up at 3am and called my sister Sandi. By 7am, I had the dogs packed in the car and coffee made for Chris. We hit the road to drop off the dogs 2 hours away then we turned…

Easter. A time to reflect. A time of rebirth. A time for belief in the impossible. And a time for answered prayers. Belief in the impossible. For awhile I thought it incredibly naive and sweet of our son to continue to pray that I would be okay. I prayed to God that some how he…