Storyteller. Artist. Altruist.
A friend asked me what #quartercenturyliving means and why I always say it. At first I laughed, because I wasn't really sure. But as time passed and stories arose I figured it out. To sum it up, #quartercenturyliving for me and my friends is a way of not getting caught up in time-sensitive goals that …
Generally speaking, most of us would feel this underlying need to forgive a parent in their exceeding absence. We'd accept their minimal, sporadic attempts at communicating with us-- their child. And those around us expect us--the child-- to overlook our insecurities. Overlook our hurt. Overlook our anger. Even overlook our longing. We'd allow these strangers into our …
In order to live in your truth, you have to face what you've been running from for so long... There's no way to sugarcoat the topic of child molestation. There's no way to make new what's been tainted. There's no way to erase the memory of lying on a hospital bed, your body being checked …
After spending 5 hours in the ER this weekend I realized I wasn't caring for myself enough. First off, I hate hospitals, so me going was an acknowledgment that I sensed something was off. I called my mother just at the day's end of Friday, explaining that the chest discomfort I mentioned earlier was still …
I fell in love with you-- accidentally. We were friends at first-- hanging out often. Then one day I developed a crush... I saw love in the way you talked. We cracked jokes together. There was no pressure to be anything. Quiet as kept, I wanted to be with you. When asked about "us", we …
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Note: This blog post was originally written in October of 2015, but, I have just summoned the will to publish it. Have you ever tried walking down a familiar sidewalk with your eyes closed? No? Well I recommend you try it. I promise that it's a doable task. It's simple and fun, even. A bit …
It's Friday, January 13, 2017. The day of heightened superstitions. Today, some may experience "bad luck" and place blame on it being "Friday the 13th". And, ironically enough, my family has communed due to an end-of-the-year death. On December 31st, my grandmother received a call from her hometown of Chicago saying that our uncle, father, …
Oh, my 2016... You were kind to me, Dear year. You were patient with me, too. You offered great clarity and even opened my heart when I didn't realize it needed to be. You, 2016, were awesome. Yep, its that time where your timeline is inevitably filled with year end recaps and high hopes for …
In second grade my teacher assigned our class a book writing assignment. Each student wrote their own book and illustrated it themselves. Like a good author, I made sure to dedicate my book to someone. Instead of my mother --who I'd later learn I would gain my desire to write from-- I dedicated it to …
The other day while chilling at home, I noticed Marcus walk into the living room with a cup of tea in hand. As normal tea drinkers I didn't think that this was abnormal, but I was a little curious of his cup selection. He had chosen the cup pictured that reads "live well, laugh often, …
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