The gym has been unnaturally crowded this past week. People are like fucking pumas ready to pounce on the next open treadmill. This is why I hate New Year’s resolutions. WHERE WERE YOU THREE WEEKS AGO?!? The gym is crowded for all of three weeks in January. Every second person has a “dry” month and… Continue reading New Year’s “Resolutions”

Grief hits me with the same impact that the Toyota Corolla did as it plowed through that red light last January. When my friend died this summer I thought I handled it surprisingly well. I cried for two days, cried at the funeral, and cried from crying at the funeral. But as the summer went… Continue reading Thoughts On Impacts

I am often times asked why I love to write. Funny enough, I frequently don’t know how to answer. I follow awesome Pinterest boards with quotes about writing. My favorite as of late is one by Anaïs Nin, “The role of a writer is not to say what we all can say, but what we… Continue reading Why I Write