What is it about this experience that makes us hold on to pretense? What tells us that a lie of a smile is better than honest tears? Why do we … Continue reading
I have nothing to write about. It’s not for lack of material; I’ve had experiences a-plenty over the last three weeks. To be honest, I’m somewhat overwhelmed still. I don’t … Continue reading
I made my first trip into the Old City with an older gentleman named Archie. Archie is Welsh. Which is awesome, because I think accents are cool. It was also … Continue reading
I wish I could write yall something a bit more awe inspiring, but frankly, there have been so many impressions made on me in the last 48 hours I don’t … Continue reading
Bring me the burning ones. Bring me the dissatisfied. Those who know that something is just not right. Bring me the ones whose dreams have not been dulled by the … Continue reading
Namely, love. I encountered this firsthand as I walked Kettle Cove with my mom. Until then, my feeling toward the state of Maine was an objective appreciation. I could appreciate … Continue reading
*Disclaimer* This entry is a bit heavy. I was exploring death, grief, love, God… this is just my experience, nothing more. All that to say you may not want to … Continue reading
I want to write to impress, but have nothing of consequence to say. I have no grand insights, witty reflections, or words to set the heart singing. I am in … Continue reading