My current atmosphere is a small, eccentric coffee shop in downtown Chicago. I guess this is a nice time to drop its name in order to further their fantastic reputation. Thank you, Cafe Ballou.…

Here is to the one who learns to trust. Here is to the one who begins brick-by-brick. Here is to the de-layering. Here is to inching understanding that it was never meant to be…

Today has been a bit different. I spent time with the sun and felt the sweet and scary pull of the ocean. I read some of my book. I burned my toes on the…

I walk in each night feeling the guilt leak into the fabric that covers me. I’ve missed some days seeing you. You are there each time, rolling back and forth. The question of who…

Purpose. This word keeps appearing, trying to find its spot in my life. I feel its digging, poking, and choking me with its grip. I almost feel the letters P-U-R-P-O-S-E  wrapping itself around my…

While I do not hold strong opinions, or any opinion, on the matter of “Occupy _______” I did read this in a short story called “Six of One” by F. Scott Fitzgerald and I could…

I figured that writing this publicly would help in no longer concealing my thoughts behind closed doors; as though I were hiding something. We both know that my words can sometimes come out as inexcusable, and,…