Have you ever wondered about the impact you leave on peoples lives? The bonds you create? The hearts you break? As I’ve gotten older, I can feel myself reaching a certain point of clarity in these reflections. I think back to the times where I wished I could have seen my grandmother more before she… Read More Thoughtful Thursdays: Connections
He stood there, on the edge of the sheer cliff face. Waves angrily crashed into the foam-filled grave below. “Is this what you want?” He screamed against the wind and sea. His voice drowning within the gales, within the tide. “Is this your demand? Will this suffice?” Bits of earth picked up around him, tossed… Read More Tiny Fiction Tuesday: Sacrifice
I’m starting a new series of posts where each Thursday, I’m going to reflect on some of the things that have been going on in my life. I would love to hear from those out there who read the few posts that show up on here! Today, I wanted to talk about where I’m headed… Read More Thoughtful Thursday: Following Your Dreams
In the past week, I’ve had quite a few revelations in my life. First and foremost, that I’ve been neglecting the part of myself that I’m working so hard to create into a livelihood. I can’t remember the last time I posted on this site that I created for myself, but once every couple of… Read More You’re Going To Be Ok
Over the past few months, I’ve been looking for something to fill in the time that classes and schoolwork usually take up. I’d never really done much research into the world of Dungeons and Dragons, only occasionally watching HarmonQuest. But recently, I’ve been late to the game discovering the amazing cast and creators of the… Read More Dungeons and Dumbasses
As I lay on the ground, in nothing but my shamrock boxers, I can’t stop staring at the ceiling. In the patterns of paint crossing back and forth along the top of my humble home, I find one spot in particular that my eyes become fixated on. This spot, this one spot, has captured my… Read More Tonight
When I was younger, my mother used to call me “Eeyore.” Everywhere I went, I would carry this lonely, black raincloud and let it pour over me until my mood was as grey as the droplets hitting me in the face. “Don’t be such an Eeyore,” she would say, “things will always get better.” “I’m… Read More Raincloud
