• Keepin' It Real,  Mental Health,  Writing

    Dad

    When you’re young, you feel invincible. Your world seems elevated and tinged with gold on the edges. But then something happens and your eyes are opened to the fine line between life and death that you walk so innocently each day. It happened on a Sunday. I was about to go to tennis practice. “Hurry, you’re going to be late!” My mom announced above the beats of 103.5 radio. I was in the bathroom, struggling to pull my cloud of curls into a neat bun. It was Sunday, August 26th, 2018 and the embers of summer shinned hot that morning. I wished summer would never end. The stairs creaked slowly…