Just Remember: Life Happens to Everyone

There was a night that I recall. It was nothing special, at least not for any reason other than it was a nighttime in my young life. I was about to find myself at the spot where I traded my money for a few bags of self-destruction. Or wait, no. Maybe it’s more...

Write On

I have come to the understanding that each life comes with an inherent truth. But what is truth? Or better yet, what is my truth? Or, should I ask, what is ours? (Does anybody know?)I have found that honesty can sting. Even at times when honesty is only pure, like the...

It’s Wake-Up Time

It’s okay.There’s something about these words. And there’s something to it. To be, “Okay.” What a concept, right? There are times that come along though and I swear these times are the hard ones. There are times when nothing seems to work. There are times when “Good...

Just to Write . . .

I have a box of memories. I have it somewhere, probably buried amongst other boxes, stored away someplace, but not forgotten. I have pictures and old letters. I have postcards that I sent home from when I was in sleepaway camp. One of those postcards is as simple as...

Inside the Thought Machine: Page 25 (The Last One)

Did I ever tell you about the time my Father swam in the Senior Olympics? No?He competed in a few different races. I’m pretty sure he competed in the freestyle, backstroke, and breaststroke but not the butterfly. He said he loved to swim the butterfly stroke but his...