Perhaps we are too worried about what others think or because we lack identity derived from something deep within our lives, we allow others to place identity concepts on us which we wear like those...
Fish stories, life and family, world travel and tragedy, the conversations wax and wane mixed with periods of quiet. The kind of quiet in which the soul can mend. ...
The gun, the mind, life, conflict. Should I invite this anger in? Should I let it clear me out? Do I know myself enough to protect that which should be left as an anchor in...
The pending arrival of guests was the deadline, or catalyst needed to complete much of the work. It's by no means finished but significant progress has been made....
The cold crisp air circulated by a slight breeze nips at exposed fingers and the face. It’s not as bad as the other day though, where it was cold enough to engage the snot faucet...
November 17, 2015….the day before my twenty-ninth birthday. It will forever remain in my mind as one of my most miserable and loneliest days, despite the fact that it, if my memory is accurate, was a...