The whistle’s blow pierces the cool spring air as we return to the field for the second half of play. Darkness shrouds everything beyond the bright tower lights surrounding the field’s perimeter. Everything is hushed because there is no good...
My Minimalism StoryAfter college, I lived in an office room. My bed filled nearly the entire space and since there wasn’t any left for a closet, my clothes hung from a rack at the foot of my bed. This we...
Part I: Started From the Bottom When I first landed in Austin, TX, I pursued my passion for writing, but it didn’t pay anything. I earned my living thanks to random gigs and freelance jobs, but the search for each...
Like many kids in the West, my parents placed me into Sunday School at a young age where the Church taught me Bible stories. I never resonated with the Church’s teachings on the text and my disinterest grew into skepticism...
I drank a lot in college. Especially freshman year. For whatever reason, it seemed like there was a party every other night. With each subsequent passing year, those parties and my drinking lessened, but the habit remained.I never did anything...
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