I’ve always told my story as a tragedy. An example of how the world is not fair. But it is fair. I got exactly what I asked for.

”But the day of the Lord will come like a thief. The heavens will disappear with a roar; the elements will be destroyed by fire, and the...

Love is fire for the alchemist. A fire that cannot be started at whim, but appears and burns when life says it’s time. By following inner...

My first love was not male but female. She was my mom. I loved her. What did I love about her? I’ve never asked that question before. I...

I cannot tell you for sure who he was. And a part of me doesn’t want to. I wish to claim him, although I can’t. He’s an idea mostly, for...

One can float unconsciously through days and years in a dull imitation of life. Imagine a branch drifting on the open sea, taking in the...