Written for the Other Side of Father’s Day
I suppose there are things you never had the chance to say. Then again, I suppose there are things I never had the chance to tell you. I’m not sure why this happens. I’m not sure how. I only know that life goes this way sometimes. This is unfortunate but true. Not...
read moreHere’s a Little Thing About Doubt
I came across a quote the other day. Maybe I’ve seen this quote someplace before. Or maybe I haven’t. Maybe I just never read it quite the same way or maybe my eyes are open differently. The quote said, “Doubt kills more dreams than failure ever will.” I agree. I have...
read moreA Little From the Abstract: A Dream of Mine
And here it comes. The summertime. Here comes the memories of being a child, riding around on the streets of the old neighborhood with a bicycle and a few friends. I have this dream sometimes. The dream itself must be an old memory. I suppose it has to be a memory...
read moreTime to Get Busy
To believe that success comes without stress or pain is inaccurate. In fact, there are times when success comes with more pain than loss itself. It would be inaccurate to believe that success comes naturally or that success is easy. No. None of this is true. I go back...
read moreA Page Out of Notes From the Heart: This One’s For You
I know there are times when you wondered if I was writing just for you. Well, I want you to know that this one is specifically for you. I am writing this to you because I think you understand. In fact, I know you do. And so do I.There comes a point where all the money...
read moreToo Many Opinions. Too Much Virtue Signaling
I understand that this is a little bit of a rant. I know where this stems from and quite honestly, I’ll understand if you let this note go unread. But either way, I come here for a reason. I’ve made my commitment to do this every morning, so, ready or not . . . here...
read moreThe Junkie Stories: The Night I Scratched the Surface
I suppose what happens is we grow tired of waiting for change. And perhaps this is why we remain the same. Maybe this is where the internal conflict begins, Maybe?Who knows? Maybe I just wanted to feel something. Maybe I wanted to find something that could speak for...
read moreHope: A Catalyst For Change, Not Shame
I was listening to a Mother talk about her child. She was talking about the people who were involved with his program and how they let her son down. We talked for a while. We spoke about the needs of kids that face trouble or live through challenges. We talked about...
read moreA Definition of Self
There is so much more beneath the surface. And sometimes, we barely scratch it. There is more to us all than meets the eye. There is more to us, such as the unspoken or the uncovered, the undiagnosed, or the unaddressed parts of our life, which we’d prefer to keep...
read moreThe Product Is Not Finished (Yet)
We are all a product in progress. I know this. I know what this means to me but then again, I come from a different time. I come from time before technology took over the world. This is a time before the internet. I come from way back when people used their home...
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