*Disclaimer*

The biggest conflict I have when writing these stories, is making decisions on how much I should share. Most of the intense, journey-shifting, eye-opening experiences I have either involve other people or are so personal that I have yet to feel comfortable sharing them with those closest to me, much less strangers. The internet is a grandiose place—some could say similar to the ocean I live on—but I am not called to it, I am not drawn to it, and it does not at all feel like home to me. So how could I undress and expose myself, and all that this voyage of mine encompasses, in a place which feels so foreign, vast, and cold? Even the ocean—in all of its wildness—is more welcoming, loving, and nurturing than the internet could ever hope to be. So please, understand that even though the most important parts of the shaping of my life occur in between the lines and after the punctuation marks in the stories that I type for you here, I would ultimately like to welcome you all into my life completely unfiltered; however, out of respect for myself and those who take part in my story, it will have to wait for a place that feels more like home… and what fits that description better than a nice book?