Be Gentle, and Be Grateful

I grew up poor, with limited resources and opportunities. When the 90's recession hit, my family went from lower middle class to just lower class. Food banks provided food for us to "quiet the stomach rumblings" on hungry days, and one-room motel rooms filled with six family members afford us the luxury of having a roof over our heads to fight the frigid-ness of bitter New England winters that threatened our lives.

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Game Night Shenanigans

I know I typically hit you all with the motivational and inspirational posts, but I wanted to switch it up just a little bit this week. I've been long overdue for this post, but a lot of dope things have been coming out of my hometown (and the surrounding areas which might as well be... Continue Reading →

You Need to Cut It

Have you ever had a conversation with someone about aspects of your life that you KNOW you need to change, and you kind of brush it off like, yeah yeah whatever. You hear them, but you're not truly listening to what they're saying. We all like to think we're completely right, and for the most... Continue Reading →

Insufferable Sufferers

What would happen if you decided to love yourself? Like, really love yourself? What if you woke up in the morning and, instead of being frustrated that it's all starting over again, you were determined to face the day and enjoy being you? That you woke up with a song on your lips, a little... Continue Reading →

The Truth About Motivation

A couple of days ago, I was having a conversation about the lack of a viable creative community in San Diego, or at least one I could find. I lamented on how I'd been lacking with my writing and other creative pursuits, and that I wanted to get back to doing "cooler" things, and creating... Continue Reading →

The Dragonfly Effect

This morning was not, by many standards, a good day. I woke up exhausted, having spent the night tossing and turning, uncomfortable and restless. I snoozed for a bit, then woke up with a start, because now I was running late. Traffic was awful, making my commute last almost an hour. I got to the... Continue Reading →

A Note From A Friend

In light of the most recent episode of "why having a badge is equal to having a Purge-like murder pass" as well as, "why justice doesn't really¬†exist", I was compelled to post a wonderfully written comment-turned-article by an awesome friend of mine. I urge you to pay attention, understand, and hopefully internalize her words, possibly... Continue Reading →

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