I don't believe in astrology. Not because of any particular reason, I'm just not blessed with the ability to truly "believe" in things that are supposed to explain life to me. I think life is best understood by being lived. Sometime last year, I sat with a friend and several glasses of wine and shared... Continue Reading →
I saw this while walking alone one day, in a different lifetime, maybe even a different universe. A few days later, I bought a one-way ticket to Thailand and posted this photo on Instagram. I believe it was my declaration of intent.
What’s worse, a solitary heartbreak The tearing apart of what should have been lived? The overwhelming, still solitary shredding to pieces of what was a new life? And when you cast your eyes on what was a birthday card, an old shirt, Hanes extra large tagless once damp with sweat and alive, now dead like... Continue Reading →
This is not my first rodeo (is that how the saying goes?), so a declaration of what this site is about seems arbitrary. I think what I inherently hate about blogs is the overeager earnestness that can be hard to escape. After a lifetime of journaling everyday, oversharing on countless social media platforms, and exchanging... Continue Reading →