Acadia National Park is where the ocean collides with the mountains covered with trees dressed in red, orange, and yellow leaves—a perfect collage of fall.

The dark night sky gradually glowed the orange of a pumpkin as I crossed the Red River connecting Oklahoma to Texas on a chilly Saturday morning.

A couple weeks before starting my new job in June, I took a solo trip to California to explore Yosemite National Park.

Some nights, the passion that comes from being alive is enough to keep one awake writing well after bedtime.

I’ve been home for nearly six months, and time has flown by as I’ve started my new job, settled into a new place, and made new memories with my family.

I still remember the first time I heard Taylor Swift sing.