Hey Love!…

I met my wife in a library, introduced to her by an English Teacher. That's oddly poetic to me, for a wannabe writer to meet the love of his life in such a way. If the me of today were to hop into a time machine and go back and visit the 16-year-old me of yesterday,... Continue Reading →

Go Kinfolk, Go Kinfolk!

When I started driving, whenever I would leave the house, particularly with a group of friends, my mother would yell out, before I could even get out of the door, "Seatbelts,┬áSpeed limit." This was a reminder for us to wear our seatbelts and drive the speed limit. She still says that to me to this... Continue Reading →

My Brother, the Creative

I have a younger brother, and though age separates us by 9 years, we are very close. Through conversations that we have had recently I have noticed that my brother is reaching the stage in his life in which he is waking to the true nature of our society, and it is safe to say... Continue Reading →

My Father, the Artist

Young boys idolize their Fathers, and I am no an exception to this rule. As a matter of fact, I may very well be the epitome of it. My father is an artist, and by that I mean, he can draw. He can draw really well actually. I'm not sure if that explains, or is... Continue Reading →

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