All I know is that I see things differently. I have my whole life, but I've finally learned how to s...

Last night was cold and dark; fitting for the end of December. Outside, the wind was howling—streaki...

This week every year, like clockwork, I get sick.

Something about seeing a collection of letters all jumbled together makes me want to solve the puzzl...

Fear of letting people down is a hell of a way to move through the world. While drinking my morning ...

I made an absolute mess and it made things so much more clear.

It's nice to know that real people and real writing can still fuck you up.

I daydream about what it'd be like to freeze time.

I still remember the look on his face when I’d said, “Alright, give it a shot.”

I'm becoming more and more aware of the difference between creation and commentary. Maybe that's som...

It'd been my fault. That much was clear. I remember feeling angry and upset. Then, just... sad.

I've been thinking about how knowing stuff and putting it into practice are two different things—thr...