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It was Friday, November 13. 1992 or 1993. I think it was ‘93 but I am terrible with dates. Brule, a small, midwestern style ski resort in the Upper Peninsula…

I hate being cold. To even think of this story makes me cold. I hope this story makes you feel cold. Maybe a tingling in your fingertips or your ears…

This is not how I normally tell this story. Usually, this story is all about ME and how I was the one who possibly could have died 1,000 feet below…

This is one of my favorite stories to tell in person. It might not translate perfectly here but I will try my best. High school was a challenge. Actually, more…

I was originally going to tell these stories in a book. Writing them in a blog for very specific students (who will probably never read them) definitely changes the words…

There is a story I have been told that happened when I had only been on the Earth about a year. I don’t actually remember it. I was born in…

It’s only because I have a broken heart and a broken mind. I don’t mean to say they do not work. They work well enough. I have lived a pretty…