There’s a creek behind the house where I grew up. In the heat of the summer, sun dries up the bed until there’s a shore of clay and sand for all the neighboring kids to play on.

There are a handful of times in my life where I recall feeling, ‘poor in spirit.’

Ever since I was born, I’ve been ready to go. My mom jokingly tells me I’ve been over eager from the get-go, coming into the world two months early with a litany of quirks and complications.