The Solitary Bench
In the distance, I spotted one and it gave me a feeling of longing. A lonely wooden bench. I sat there after a long walk… Read More »The Solitary Bench
In the distance, I spotted one and it gave me a feeling of longing. A lonely wooden bench. I sat there after a long walk… Read More »The Solitary Bench
I originally shared this video back in 2013, and came across the post again now in 2022 as I was looking at my archives. I’m… Read More »In a Shell: There’s Nothing Wrong With You
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The day I found out perfection couldn’t be achieved, I knew I had one thing and one thing only left to be: unapologetically human. Flawed… Read More »Revolving Door Tribulations
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Once I close that notebook and force the fat messy sharpie down the spiral binding, my brain understands that the day is over. And it… Read More »Rambling in no particular order
I created a blog about 20 years ago which tagline was: my hands are tied, my voice is not. It was a space I made… Read More »Pro-life They Call Themselves