With every tick and tick of time, there is an onslaught of either regret or an overwhelming sense of frustration with the year that was. One beats himself up for the things he should-a, would-a, and could-a. The ‘What-ifs’ and ‘If Onlys” fill the air. “I should have done more. I would have had more.... Continue Reading →

I struggle with every word and letter. Writing (my most natural and genuine means of self-expression) has become so difficult a task that I type and retype, then stare fearfully at the white, almost blinding, space before me. I've had writer's block before but this isn't a case of such. To me, it isn't so... Continue Reading →