Fourth of July, Washington, D.C. Our hippie bus had rolled into town the night before and, tired and unable to find a hotel — ehh, whom I kidding, we didn’t…

Arriving in Nashville, Tennessee, we actually had a family waiting to take us in. Max’s godparents live on a large piece of property off 12th avenue, just south of downtown….

Have you ever left on what you thought would be a one-week vacation, only to not return home until six months later? Yeah, that is what happened to me during…