Last December, my college friend Kristin’s younger brother disappeared on his wedding anniversary into the Alaskan wilderness. The cleaning lady had seen him take off in his truck after coming home from work during lunch. And his truck was later found abandoned.

His wife and two little girls, five and three, have never heard from him again.

I assume he went to climb out his frustrations and fell somewhere, but he had recently had a mental health dx of some sort and so suicide is not out of the question.

This was chilling but oddly posited a palatable scenario for me to find a little closure.

Lizella Prescott I do so love your twisted brain.

I still don’t know what I want to be when I grow up, but I know I want it to be spelled right and punctuated correctly. I guess that’s something.