Dear Reader, I think I'm going to stop writing. Trust me when I say I never thought I’d say those words. The thought first passed through my mind on Sunday when I was rereading the last thing I wrote: an epitaph of sorts for a friendship that is no longer. Looking through it from a... Continue Reading →
Of the In-Between Moments of Tranquility and Trauma
If the trauma moments lasted days long, it would be different. That would be Hell. But it doesn’t. It’s not a constant carousel of corruption, not like the movies where the protagonist spends the whole of the 24-hour day span in her room, on her bed—or under it—trying to hide from the memories and triggers.... Continue Reading →
Absent Father (Short Fiction)
He stares down at the infant in his arms. Opening his mouth in protest, he stammers, “Wait, nurse. This is some mist—” “It’s no mistake, Henry. Xavier is yours. Maybe you’d think twice before deciding not to wear protection,” Nurse Walter responds, uttering the last sentence under his breath as he walks away to focus... Continue Reading →
I’m 30…Now What? or Confessions of an Unknown Writer who Still Has an Ember of Hope
F—k everything. Or, not everything, but some things. In this recent burnout culture, there are voices, both modern and past, that are the speakerphones of the generation. People like Bo Burnham, with his song “30” from his award-winning Netflix special Inside and Jonathan Larson’s theme of running out of time in Tick…Tick, Boom (also on... Continue Reading →
Finding Joy in the Mundane (A “Dear Danny” Letter)
Dear Danny, Today is a mundane day. I spent the morning cleaning, after Holy Spirit woke me up before 7a.m. (I read Romans 5 and the crucifixion accounts in all the Gospels), and after I fell asleep again. I did, like, a deep, deep clean of my room, and guess what? I found hidden treasures!... Continue Reading →
Musings of a Wanderer 