“I loved his outfit”…

Is not something you really hear when asked about why you liked that person you liked.

For me, love is something you can say out of the depths of your adult heart: something exchanged for goodnight, an expression taken for granted when heard or said, a catapult to…

Creating the 2-minute read today is a challenge.

(Or at least posing the life-pain-proposition that is sliced razor-thin to accept all factors and find solutions).

Platform Anxiety.

Covered in yesterday, i recover what could be the last bastion of my adult life’s imperfection or vividly, a more vertically…

In love with Prose.

Sometimes people are enabled with the notion that love is what they read. People convey thoughts and we fall in love with their product of a paper, theses, (snort) Facebook feed, serious evaluation of life on twitter, or any socially put on persona and funnily, messages and a one-to-one…