I wrote this letter to Big Beer over 10 years ago as a joke. Some inside craft beer geek humor. Today, it reads like something else entirely: a reflective, a memoir-esque piece on identity, and the strange way we drift away from the comfort of assumed permanence without knowing how or when it happened.
Posts tagged growing up
Two Black Eyes
A moment from my childhood still follows me—the day a neighbor’s taunts turned into a sudden blow I never saw coming. I didn’t understand what I’d done, only that the impact and confusion stayed with me for decades. This story explores how one strange afternoon shaped my sense of guilt and memory.