Herein lies the recording of a life. A memorial to moments, sprinkled across eternity. Broadcast from a twinkle in god's eye. These symbols will never capture the beauty. Nor will they encapsulate the pain. But they will be written just the same. You may find yourself here, perhaps between the lines. I hear we are all the same, when traced across time.
November 14th, 2014 | Narrative
It was a blessing masquerading as a switchblade. Perhaps someone watches this and hands over their keys tonight, maybe someone considers recovery, maybe someone imagines there might be a solution.… (Read More)
November 11th, 2014 | Narrative
Veteran’s day. The national day of lip service. How easy it is to pretend we care. If we did, the term "Homeless Veteran" would not exist. If we did, the military's suicide rate would not rival… (Read More)