I love you like radios love Christmas music during advent season. Romance in the season of single digits and hand holding. Hearts crafted in snow plowed from the driveway. Cold hands by mini infernos. Twinkling lights around the house. A decorated tree in the living room. Illuminating angels and sentient snowmen donning top hats. Red … Continue reading Wednesday Writes: love in winter
I'm writing this open letter to Lauren Daigle in the midst of the backlash she's receiving on her recent comments regarding homosexuality.
Is it love? Or is it real? Enchanted, ephemeral experience. Taking root in the cracks of the cardiac. It comforts and attacks. It extends and contracts.
My melanin has hell in it, I heard them say. My music is pure foolishness; they always pay.
When your mental health is on life alert, find your medicine in the confession of your condition to a caring community.
A crippling romance. The worthless chaos.
I haven't blogged in a while. There's a myriad of excuses and circumstances that I can expound on. For the sake of simplicity, I'll admit that I've gone through self-hustle fatigue yet again. Even this blog post, which is both an update and a roadmap concerning the future of the blog, has gone through multiple … Continue reading I’m learning to draw