A Search for Meaning

what does it mean?

Day One

They say life is just a series of moments, compounded on top of each other, and smooshed together in one long (if you’re lucky) montage of good and bad decisions. They also say that your life is your story, that you choose how to write your own chapter in this crazy intergalactic social experiment. Whichever

Artifacts Of My Past

in 1988, Burger King had a promotional crossover with DC Comics and their Super Powers toy line. You might think this would primarily involve the addition of DC toys in their kid’s meals, but what it actually meant was something every child of every decade loved and had an intense passion for: Cups and character

Seasonal Tidings and Words of Reflection

Much happened on the day of the winter solstice in the year of our lord two thousand and twenty. We witnessed the great conjunction of planets on the cosmic stage, a sight not seen in 800 years. And on the infinitely smaller stage of the scenery outside my window, the wind blew so harshly that

On the Magic of Fleetwood Mac

It is one hundred percent entirely possible that Stevie Nicks was my very first celebrity crush. If you’re wondering why, watch the clip from Fleetwood Mac’s 1997 reunion concert special, The Dance. Growing up, my parents played a variety of fantastic music. Tom Petty, Eric Clapton, and most importantly, The Beatles. For my father, The

Dear Dad

I don’t even know where to start. So much has changed since you left, dad. But too much is exactly the same. I still listen to Here Comes the Sun exclusively twice a year; once to honor when you came into the world, and once to mourn when you left it. I cry each time.

So, 2020 huh?

What a fucking year. So far. So far! Aside from the general worldwide chaos of civil unrest and a pandemic both taking place during an election year in the US, I have had a trying time personally. While cleaning my kitchen, one fateful night in April, I slipped on some folded boxes and ended up

I’m Fine

It’s a seemingly innocuous phrase. Two words, direct and to the point, crafted specifically to ease the concern of others. On some days, its genuine. Some days, a lie to yourself as much as to those around you. I’m fine. It’s commonly used in response to statements such as “you look tired” or “how are

Life Is Weird

I’ve slept a lot in the last twenty-four hours. Made the climb up the stairs, glance out the window before climbing into bed, wrapping myself up in blankets and drifting into unconsciousness. I’d woken up a few hours later, come downstairs and made myself a sandwich, then repeated the process listed above. Then again, then

Couch Nap V. Bed Nap: Dawn of Holy Shit What Day is This Even?

I fucking love naps. I do. They’re little slices of heaven in what can sometimes be a hellish day. Who doesn’t love drifting off into unconsciousness, allowing their problems and the world around them to fade into black, all while nestled warmly under a nice big blanket? But while naps are a great way to