For roughly 8 years, I’ve been spending one day a week at my best friend’s house, sitting around a firepit, smoking some herb and drinking whiskey (now water since I’ve been alcohol-free for over a year now), and chatting about life. Michael and I have grown a garden together, only to watch it burn to the ground in the Camp Fire. Now, we’ve built it back, bigger and better than before. I’ve watched Michael get diagnosed with colon cancer, and... Read more