I still feel the languid beauty of her arms, slender, wrapped around my shoulders. The softness of her, unparalleled, welcoming, warm. The feel of her underneath me, more true, more accepting. She fills my memory. I wish I were able to erase the pain between us, the pain she holds in her heart, the wounds she carries. I wish I were able to be enough, to be the one who could take her in his arms for all time.

I can be a bit contrary at times. One thing that I do, when I’m bored and lonely, is bait scammers. I take up a bunch of their time, and really, it doesn’t have any purpose other than that. The most common scams I see are random people adding me on social media and then attempting to move things into a relationship based on photos. There are others, but this story is about that.

How can you love someone you have never met? How can you wake up thinking of someone who has never woken next to you, who has never been in your arms, who has never been part of your reality? I wake thinking of your smile, your voice, your soft accent. I think of you in quiet moments, in between thoughts, tasks. I daydream about possibilities.

There’s no reason for it, nothing happened, nothing changed, but I have a need — and I don’t know what it is for. The things coming from our southern neighbours are so horrific, and I have a drive, deep in my soul, to do something. I’m deeply, deeply angry.

I’m a Mess of a Human Being I’m going to start by talking about some of the ways I suck — it’s essential to my point here. I may have missed a bunch of them. I’m sure that if the people who know me read this, they will let me know. So, I’m a flake. I forget things, miss deadlines, don’t manage to start projects when I should, and don’t devote the time needed to projects—definitely not a good look. I’m scared of conflict to the point where if I think something will lead to conflict, I will lie about it or hide it, even if I don’t think I’m in the wrong (actually, especially if I don’t think I’m in the wrong).

The life of an adventurer is full of perils. Magnificent treasures await those bold enough to brave the ancient halls which contain them. But sooner or later, those who live by the sword must die by the sword.

Black Card Books is a vanity press. They are a damned expensive vanity press as well. The total cost of their “instant author” program is around thirty thousand Canadian. They offer financing options, which brings it all the way up to thirty-five thousand. Most of what they offer for that money is “marketing” and consulting. Well, the marketing program is interesting. It isn’t really marketing per se, so much as pushing you to become a public speaker. They recommend you start giving talks and holding seminars prior to actually writing your book and to pre-sell at those talks and seminars. They do say they will design your cover and also a bunch of promo material, and that they will design banners and the like. So, that’s something. It’s a branding package, just a pricey one. I have worked for branding agencies. Yes, they might give you a twenty thousand dollar package, but I promise you they are doing a much better and more complete job than Black Card Books for that money.

A poem about empathy, love, and growth, exploring the deep connection between two hearts and the journey to become a better support for the one you love.

This article argues that the Citadel Council in Mass Effect doesn’t fail due to ignorance or arrogance, but because it functions as a stability mechanism. Its purpose is to preserve equilibrium, not confront disruptive threats. Evidence of the Reapers is delayed, reframed, or proceduralized because acknowledgment would require structural change. Action is avoided through process, jurisdictional ambiguity, and consensus-building. The Council acts only when inaction threatens its own legitimacy. The failure isn’t moral—it’s structural. The system delays not to prepare, but to survive.

Our bodies and our minds can only take so much, before it yearns for relief. Some wait their whole lives for it.

A recent visit to a specialist's office. The air is hungry for relief, relief in the form of news or treatment.

“The notion of giving something up for Lent is so misunderstood. For some people it’s ‘Let’s give up some food and lose some weight’ instead of fasting to remind ourselves that our lives are so dependent on God alone.” the Reverend Darrel Proffitt. When Fr. Darrel spoke those words just before Lent started last year, it was the first time I’d heard fasting mentioned from an Episcopal pulpit in years. They sent me on a deep dive into fasting and how it is practiced in the Episcopal Church and across the Anglican Communion. The following essay is the result.

I would like to hear feedback and comments on my E-book, CHILDREN OF THE NEW SUN. It has generated much controversy and interest since its publication two months ago.

On the first of February, I started a daily photography challenge, if I can figure it out, I'll attach them.

A couple navigates the challenges of forced cohabitation with his family, searching for their own apartment and a place to call home where love can flourish.

How often do you wake up dreading life? You look at the mirror with shame, guilt, and discomfort at who you've become. You feel stuck in your body, world, and routine that feels like it's never going to change until the day you die. You are hurting deeply inside when others don't see how you are misunderstood. You pretend to mask your insecurities, vulnerabilities, and weak spots to avoid criticism, judgement and admitting shame in how your life fell apart. Where you are roaming a world where you feel like an alien, and you struggle to find people who can relate to your tired, disgruntled, and painful existence. Let's find some ease in these fatalistic narratives, and know there's a place for us to all let go of the burdens we carry, decompress, and belong. After one night of watching a romance comedy, I contemplate my life's gaps and how I hope to fill my needs.

A woman's life is on hold after her children no longer are in her care, but his love helps her find herself again.

A woman's life is shattered after losing her children, but she finds love and healing with Devin, who helps her piece her heart back together.

Moving forward isn't always easy..but sometimes its very necessary in order to heal and grow from hurt..pain...disappointment. allowing yourself to rediscover your worth helps establish peace..your peace is everything

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