The terms Traumatic Brain Injury and Post Traumatic Stress Disorder meant little to me until January 2013, when I was hit by a car while walking through a parking lot. The subsequent years of recovery have taught me things I never knew I didn’t know. It took about a year for it to sink in that I’d never be the same as before the accident, and about five more years for me to decide that I’d never want to.

I was raised in Stillwater Oklahoma and have since lived in Utah, California, Austria (Sound of Music not kangaroos), Maryland, and Texas — where we settled for almost 20 years.

In August 2019, our family re-relocated to Salt Lake City. Although I’ve loved everywhere we’ve lived, a big part of my heart can be found in Texas.