To be a different bird—that’s what I love. I’ve always been the one they didn’t want to hand the microphone to, the one with a little too much spirit for the crowd. Looking back many moons ago, here’s a true story: when I worked at the aluminum plant on the last day of my ninety-day probation, they gave me the worst puller they had—numb

Bad Investmentsthey say you really find out who your true friends are when your ship is sinking God has always been there for me You sit there, shaking. The walls too loud. The silence louder. You feel like you’re losing your mind.You ask yourself, “Do I belong to this?”This thing.This darkness.This circle that chants and spits and throws cur