Even though the only real writing I do these days is for this blog, I still consider myself a writer, and I often wrestle with exactly what a writer’s responsibility is. I mean, it seems sometimes as if writers are supposed to have words prepared for every occasion, whether they are the right words or… Read More


I jammed the ring finger on my right hand playing basketball when I was in the 7th or 8th grade. I remember it hurt at the time, but being young and invincible I didn’t think too much about. I didn’t even try to pop it out.… Read More


Why can a laptop not just come ready to use straight out of the box? For the past two evenings, I have been attempting to get my new ASUS laptop up to speed enough to where I can finally begin using it. I’m happy to report I’m typing this blog on it right now, but,… Read More


Many months ago, I reconnected on Facebook with a friend I had not seen since I was in elementary school. To be honest, I was surprised she even remembered me, considering people I met last week seem to have a tendency to forget who I am the next time I see them. I try to… Read More


I have no idea what to write here. Logically, this would be an ideal time to write some kind of year-end wrap-up. What can I possibly say about the year that was 2015, though? It was exhilarating, energizing, hopeful, devastating, shocking, and debilitating, all rolled into one. It began on a high note and is… Read More


I haven’t written anything here in a while, and it’s at a time like this I’m always tempted to write an “I’m back!” kind of post. Truth be told, though, I’m kind of sick of doing that. For one thing, I didn’t really go anywhere; I just didn’t write anything. It also seems sort of… Read More


I’ve been keeping a relatively low profile on social media lately. I have a few different reasons for this. One is that I have been weathering one of the worst seasons of depression I have ever faced, and I haven’t had the words for how to express that. Even when I did think of something… Read More


Words cannot express how loathe I am to sit here and write this tonight. This is Tuesday. This is the day when I’m supposed to write a little something about a song that has meant something to me and get to bed earlier. I already took a nap this afternoon. This is the day that… Read More


We all want so badly to be right. We just¬†know that what we’re thinking must be superior to the opposing point of view, and we believe if we just yell loud enough that we can convince them of the error of the their ways. It is just so¬†obvious that our answer is the correct one.… Read More