Walking in Clown Shoes

If asked at the many different points in my life to describe the definition of “normal”, no two answers would’ve been the same. My Drill Sergeant, when I was in the Army, said that it looked like I woke up in a new world everyday. That’s probably when I would’ve started referring to seek out the dictionary’s answer at that time. By not having a handle on a reasonable definition to such a simple word is the best indicator of just how turbulent my life was, at that time. One of my earliest me...