What Didn't Kill Me

In small towns all across the Midwest, summer is chock-full of celebration weekends. Bruce, South Dakota is the home of Honey Days, and the ...

After my two hellacious summers at Twisters, there was no way that I was going back for a third. I was finally sixteen, so I had a few more...

Spring semester of my senior year of college was nothing short of AWESOME. I had finished my English degree during the previous semester, an...

Like most kids who got on their parents’ nerves over the summer, I spent my fair share of time at summer camps. My summer camps, however, we...

For the first thirteen years of my life, every summer was dedicated to the lake. Sure, I might have the occasional swimming lesson or summer...

When I was a kid, I loved to draw. I did nothing BUT draw. I lived for the days when Mom would take me to work: that meant I got to color wi...