michael priebe

I spent the first hours of 2018 on my hands and knees. I was rosy cheeked and a bit shaky. I was fumbling for answers and direction, wondering what had happened; wondering how I’d get out of a confusing mess. No, I wasn’t drunkenly attempting to dig my car out of a snow-filled ditch. That actually happened on a different New Year’s Eve in another lifetime—a teenage lifetime that was usually awash in passion and emotion but occasionally lacking in solid reasoning. That story h