Written By: S. Tuttle A while back, I told you about the day everything shifted for me, when Granny went to prison. And honestly? I wish that had been the end of my experience with the justice system. But nope. Not even close. In my family, jail wasn’t some shocking twist. It was… Tuesday. It…

Written By: S. Tuttle Most of the stories I share involve a lot of people. Some who were only around for a moment, and others who have been in my life for years. A few helped shape me in big ways without even realizing it. But no matter where the story goes, there are always…

Written By: S. Tuttle If you’ve followed me for any amount of time, you probably already know I’m a low-key nerd when it comes to space, national security, or anything that involves strategy and precision, though I don’t always broadcast that side of myself. But every now and then I hear something that I can’t…

Written By: S. Tuttle The lyrical genius Lauren Alaina once asked, “How much hell can a house hold?” The lyrics are modern, but that question? I’ve carried it for years—because long before I heard her coin the phrase, I was already asking the same question. Every house I lived in held a different version. The…

Written By: S. Tuttle *Spoiler Alert* I used to have a real stinky whatever kind of attitude. No, I’m not talking about the sarcastic teenage eye-roll kind we we’re all guilty of. Not even the “I’m chill, I’m cool, it doesn’t matter” kind… Although, I did play that card with Shy and now we’re married – take…