Putting Down the Anger

I come from a home of slammed doors, clenched jaws, tight fists, and bated breath. I have spent a near 23 years waiting for the muted rage that runs through all of our veins to settle and yet, here we are, still slamming knuckles against the wall.

It’s That Time, Folks

Call it a rant, or my passion for independence, either way, I'm pretty sure I'm onto something here.

A Quick Update

Life becomes worth living only when you are willing to liberate yourself from the chains of your own heart and mind.

To My Future Child: Dear Son

You will never have to be 'man enough' for anybody.

To My Future Child: Dear Daughter

A letter to my future daughter: you are already enough.