Confessions of a Late Bloomer

What to Do With My Arms

Confessions of a Late Bloomer Part 2 Because I am a sucker for sharing all of my awkward, embarrassing late bloomer moments, I figured… why not make a series out of them? Because I have a lot of them. As a preteen and teen, I was expert-level at having a crush. Unreciprocated, of course.Some might… Continue reading What to Do With My Arms

Confessions of a Late Bloomer

Riding Without Hands

Confessions of a Late Bloomer Part 1 I was a late bloomer in a lot of ways. I'm thankful for blooming on this timetable… now. As a pre-teen and teen, I watched those around me walk through the world with a confidence I couldn’t even fathom. That longing, to be as good, as sure, as… Continue reading Riding Without Hands