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...

Inside the Thought Machine: Page 24

In recent pages, I have discussed a popular explanation of depression, which is living or thinking irrationally in the past and anxiety is living or thinking the same way in the future. The question then becomes; where is peace. The answer is here and now. However,...