I used to be good at this. At writing. At collecting my thoughts and putting them somewhere. And I feel like I don't even have thoughts anymore. I keep trying to be the person I used to be, but maybe it's time to realize that I'm not. I never became the person that I thought …
It comes rushing in Like a rushing wind Like a deep inhale Filling these lungs That once gasped for breath It's a joy that overtakes A love that overcomes A grace that breaks free A faith holding steadfastly A mercy that bends rules without breaking them This freedom rings A sound resounding Heard miles off …
I work at Starbucks. No, I'm not an advocate for Starbucks and I don't worship the siren, but I do think it's the best company I've ever worked for. They care about their employees and they care about their customers. But they're also a fairly liberal company, just like I'm a fairly liberal person. And …
I never learned how to reach out. So everything seems inappropriate and everything becomes uncomfortable and needing anything seems like an obsession. I make mistakes. I've made them a thousand times, and it's different every time, but as I become older it's almost as if things are more and more detrimental. It's so much easier …
I just saw the move Suicide Squad. And this blog is not about that. But it made me think. There are so many psychological things going on in that movie. I think that's how I can tell good screen writing. It's a mess. There are so many levels in the simplicity of the story. I …
My scattered thoughts and a poem I wrote about the shooting in Orlando.
I can't help but notice the difference Even in the sameness of it all It comes falling with a crashing sound One that echoes through the trees Singing peacefully to my ears Letting me know that I can be home here I need to be somewhere green, He said Because your words are like water …
