A lot can change in 100 days. 100 days ago my friend Wayne was still alive. 100 days ago I was patiently waiting for the man I loved to work through his commitment issues so we could start our happily ever after. 100 days ago I was commuting an hour each way to a job that had long ago lost its luster, and took mine away with it. 100 days ago I was driving past all the suburban soccer moms in my neighborhood, dreaming of being like them someday. 100 days ago the pieces of me fit together differently. Continue reading →