The Last Time

It’s simple, really. You never know the last time of something until it is. There are no warnings, no strips of caution tape strung nearby; there is the humble reality that what you have you have no longer. What you experienced – even if it was only a moment ago – will never exist again. The last time typically sneaks up on you like a thief in the night; it steals something from you and refuses to ever give it back.

Should we be War-ried?

We elected him as the President to end our wars, and as he has drifted throughout his second term, he is now transforming into a President that is leading us into war once more. We are going back to where we came from – we have officially come full circle. And isn’t that the most ironic thing of all?

Writings On Inglourious Fiction

I wanted to take this moment to let you know I have been selected to also write for Inglourious Fiction, a website that writes about anything and everything “Geek.” For those of you that have a slightly nerdier side (like myself), I encourage you to check the site out.

On Love and Letting Go

Most often, our former lovers remain as a lingering echo – we cannot ignore the cataclysm of events. We have to feel – both the enduring love and the present hate, and we can’t help but remember. Love and hate are two sides of the same coin, after all.

Why You Should be Watching Unique Sweets

Guess what, y’all? I have some extremely exciting news. My writing has been featured on Inglourious Fiction!