Journeys of a Wandering Wordsmith
Let’s go somewhere.
Let’s grow somewhere.
Gravity Is Pulling You and Me and All of This Down
He is God. He is here. He has shown up. There is nowhere we can go, be it among the Biltmore sunflowers or on a lonely college road, void of God's presence. Are we blind? Are we just not seeing him?
I Don't Know What I'm Doing Anymore Except
The slate is wiped clean. I don't know what I'm doing anymore. Nothing makes sense anymore. Except for ten minutes every morning.
5 Regrets After 5 Years of Struggle Central
Writing Struggle Central five years ago was absolutely the path God intended for me eons ago. My path as a human, my path as a writer. The gateway to my wildest dreams as an author. Also, a nightmare. A foreign world with implications I'd have never otherwise encountered.
A "Love, Simon" Pseudo-Review
On High School, Deep Dark Secrets, Coming Out, Asexuality, My First Kiss, Longing, Commitment, Separation, and the Eternal What-If? I tracked along with 95% of Love, Simon. The deep dark secrets. The longings for other boys. The conflict between self and persona. The thrill of realizing you're not alone.
