Old Shoes

"Just move that box right here," I heard my dad say, from the next room.The box in my arms contained an unidentifiable amount of importance and memories from my dad's past. Being his son and offspring, I do not know how to feel. Every once in a while, I hear stories of my dad's strife … Continue reading Old Shoes

Don’t Cry Over Spilled Mayonnaise

Alexis, my coworker, and I were on our way to BJ's. The car ride there, we were discussing on what we were going to eat there. The spring air gradually transitioning into summer brings the excitement of new opportunities, and that's exactly what was going to happen.I agreed to get some clam chowder and a … Continue reading Don’t Cry Over Spilled Mayonnaise