“Anyway, I keep picturing all these little kids playing some game in this big field of rye and all. Thousands of little kids, and nobody’s around – nobody big, I mean – except me. And I’m standing on the edge of some crazy cliff. What I have to do, I have to catch everybody if … More Your Catcher in the Rye
I don’t know if you remember it, but I do, and she certainly does. You called their mom, my sister, your ex-wife, and you told her that you wanted to take Brooklynn out for a special daddy-daughter date on your weekend to have her. As an eight-year-old girl who desperately sought her daddy’s affection, … More An Open Letter to the Father Who Left My Nieces Fatherless
authenticity has become a rarity because no one other than the offended knows how to effectively express opinions without being attacked and demoralized. … More No Offense, But Stop Being Offended
I’m a worrier, like a lose hours of sleep kind of worrier. Everything just seems a little more life or death than it actually is at two in the morning. But that’s just me. I worry. I’m at a time in my life where I, and those around me, care so much about things that, … More Who Cares?
I am convinced that the rare times that I’ve laughed so hard that my body shakes, my mouth releases nothing but airy gasps, my face turns purple, and I can hardly breathe, add years to my life. I love truth, and I tend to express truth best through hurt. Ask my fellow writing majors, my short … More Laugh It Off
The winter here is “miserable.” They “never” want to go out. He “always” says that when he’s mad. The pain of heartbreak is “excruciating.” That outfit is “hideous.” She “constantly” get’s mad at them. I use to exaggerate as much as the rest of them. It seems harmless really until it starts effecting your entire … More I Never Say Always