Chasing Dopamine

      I slide the still warm freshly printed driver’s license in the excuse of a wallet that promptly goes into the pocket of my knee worn through jeans. It didn’t take long for my first “road trip” at 16 years old to a beach that was 3 hours away, just because. Then, a …

Tricked ya!

  Don’t let the blonde hair and German last name fool you. I may look like my parents put me in tiny ski boots and walk around the living room at the age of 2, but that could not be further from the truth.            And don’t let the name tag …