Life

That good clean air hits my lungs as the wind scurries through the trees waking up the wind chimes. The echoes of a car or two across the marsh reach…

I watched him die. I grew up in Dalzell, South Carolina. An adventure land of dirt roads, fields of corn, and my dad’s self-built log cabin. Emotional intelligence wasn’t much…

It’s Not Real Love. I wrote this the other day: Through years of working through childhood trauma, I discovered in my mid-twenties that I crave love and stability because I never really had…

It’s 12AM. I had been enjoying a lovely evening with my girlfriend’s family and my sister. A little tipsy off of wine might I add. And we were all winding…