Warning: This is not a nice story. There are so many people hurting at the hands of others. […]
Category Archive: on being…
Autobiographical posts.
Phobias are interesting. Are there species besides humans that have irrational, yet all-encompassing, fears of things like walking […]
I’m not really a fish. I’m a person. I have a first and last name, and even one […]
I’ve never been a fan. I don’t like their squealing, whining, quizzling (a word I made up in […]
1. I’m good at liking things. There are certain things that I like very well. I like music, […]
I have it. I’ve had it as long as I can remember. If I get five or six […]
The worst injury I ever had was a traumatic brain injury (TBI). It changed everything about me forever. […]
I’m a graphic designer, which really, has to be one of the worst office jobs in the world […]
My first experience with death was when I died, although I don’t remember it. I had pneumococcal meningitis […]
I have been on stage before, but I try not to ever think about it. Being on stage […]
I went to a comedy show the other day. I am not a fan of comedy shows. It’s […]
I’ve claimed on this blog before that I’m poor. Well, apparently, I’m not. According to the republic of […]
For most of my life, being of Finnish descent meant having a last name chock full of vowels […]
Yes, I am. For a number of reasons, which I won’t enumerate at the moment, I am seeking […]
Synesthesia is an involuntary, neurological phenomena where any of your five senses work in collaboration, for instance, tasting […]
So You Want To Be A Writer From sifting through the madness for the Word, the line, the […]
Fish Of Gold 