I’m the child of nomads who always needed help moving boxes. Somewhere along the way I earned the nickname Mule, the primary labor force to my parents’ boredom.

 

We moved all the (f*ing) time, and because of it, I’ve met more people than most do in a lifetime. To make sense of it, I would write, usually in the form of poetry.

 

I’ve always liked trying to understand what can’t be understood about people. Like someone choosing flavored sparkling water over plain.