Celebrating Your Own Success — Guilt Free

This Thanksgiving, don’t forget to be thankful for yourself. We live in a society that tells us success is a must. So, we spend long days studying and even longer nights working, just to have a taste of that sought-after success. It’s not until we’re single, 40, lonely and stuck at a job we hateContinue reading “Celebrating Your Own Success — Guilt Free”

Losing Your Tail: An Ode to Eeyore

As a child, I was always fascinated by Winnie the Pooh, but Eeyore’s constant state of depression confused me. Why was he always so sad? Like most children, I didn’t find out until much later that the cause of Eeyore’s sadness was his lost tail. The one he had was not his own, and notContinue reading “Losing Your Tail: An Ode to Eeyore”

Growing Your Own Wings: You Got This

Who are you trying to please? What arrogant asshole has you feeling inadequate or less than? Don’t lie to yourself. The sooner you face the reality that you allow your happiness to be determined by how someone else feels about you, the sooner you’ll be cured of this. Sometimes, we fall in awe with people,Continue reading “Growing Your Own Wings: You Got This”

The Subtle Art of Not Giving a Fuck (In 2020)

As this year comes to a close, the sci-fi horror story complete with a failing economy and killer pandemic is only getting worse. The pressures to do something, to be somebody have only multiplied. Never has it been such a great time to give a fuck less. Enter: The Subtle Art of Not Giving aContinue reading “The Subtle Art of Not Giving a Fuck (In 2020)”

The Mortality of the Writer

Last night, I saw two people die in a car accident. Their car hit a pole, splitting the hood in two. I opened the driver’s side door to see if I could help, but the interior was so mangled, I knew he was gone. I went around to the passenger side and saw a guyContinue reading “The Mortality of the Writer”

Our Own Sort of Fun

Drugs. Violence. Police brutality. Hate. Love. Love. Love.  In 1995, if you would have read about the Robert Taylor projects, the news report would probably have headlined something like this:  “17 Men Arrested in Drug Sting at Robert Taylor Homes.”  But inside those forsaken buildings where no one but those who lived there would haveContinue reading “Our Own Sort of Fun”

Inspiration Comes from Everywhere

As you’ll find if you read my blog thoroughly enough, I grew up in the Robert Taylor Projects on the Southside of Chicago. If you do any research, you’ll find it was not the ideal place to grow up, being overwhelmed with drugs and gang activity. But it is where I am from, and IContinue reading “Inspiration Comes from Everywhere”

This Year So Far as a Writer

This year has been one of the most successful and stressful for me as a writer. I am in my third semester of a Creative Writing MFA program that requires a bunch of reading and writing, I have done a poetry reading, gotten into a car accident, written a novella, published a novella, worked onContinue reading “This Year So Far as a Writer”