I keep seeing things about the shutdown that took place two years ago. The world was shook by a virus that shut everything down around this time. One thing I’ve seen which is of note is the comment that reads, “Two years ago, this was our last normal week together and...

I am all out of excuses, I told myself. I was awaiting the next scene to play that has yet to unfold. This is life, I said and for others, the day seemed like nothing, like it’s just another moment in the world. The sun rises and sets. The traffic lights change and...

There is no difference. My side of the country or yours. Life is still life no matter where we are. The sickness exists everywhere. I know this because I could see it in his eyes, a man I never knew or met before. He was folding down at the table inside an airport. I...

I often find myself in need of a reminder to answer the question, “Why?” As in why do I work the hours that I work? Why do I do what I do? And, for what purpose?Like anyone else, I want to carve out a little section of this world and keep it as my own. I have a...

My first objective was to reclaim myself. I had to sit down and think about this. How do I reclaim myself? Or better yet, how do I let go of decades of living. I wanted to be clear-headed; but furthermore, I wanted to be free of myself. I wanted to be free of...

I once spent an entire day cursing and assembling furniture. Ever do this? Ever open a box and look through the instructions that have no words? I have.I’ve had to assemble desks throughout the years. I once put a shed together. I’ve built tables and shelves and I...

At some point, I realized that there was nothing left to talk about. After all, I had planned my speech more times than I could count. I practiced my goodbyes. I rehearsed what I’d say over, and over again.The terms of our conditions change according to the terms of...

I have offered this in other journals but with recent news and in the face of today’s current events, it would appear that now, as a person who cares deeply; now is a good time to talk about the process of loss.Keep in mind that there is never a good time to talk...

It is personal to me and often uncomfortable to write about my past. I say this because in my efforts to be honest and forthcoming or helpful and revealing, I have found that honesty can backfire when it comes to a person’s mental health.It is safe to say that we live...

 I have a memory. Albeit small but still, I have a memory nonetheless. I was sitting in the passenger seat of a work truck. We were driving somewhere down 2nd Avenue during the midday in New York City. I was 16 years-old at the time. My hair was long and the summer...