A Message to No One

I wake up every morning with the same sense of stagnant disappointment. Today, it is a cool, September morning, with wind sweeping through the branches…

Guess Who’s Back?

Back again. For those select few of you who read this blog frequently enough to notice I haven’t been posting, you’re in luck. Here I…

Easier Said Than Done

It’s often difficult living with a disability that the world often fails to recognize or understand. On Tuesday, I spoke with my psychologist, as I…

Page-by-page

When I’m reading a book, particularly plays for my dramatic literature class, I have trouble immersing myself in the story. I’ve always had selective attention…

Ice Shards

Shimmering shards of stories have been coming to me lately. Bits and pieces of fleeting ideas, glimmering in and out of my peripheral. I will…

Red-Book Rewind

In late 2017, I decided for the second time to attempt keeping a bullet journal. For those unfamiliar with the system, I would recommend Ryder…

The Grapefruit League

Given that the general demographic of serious baseball fans is 45+ year-old men, I consider myself an outlier. I’ve been fascinated with the sport since…