A fox rests on the shoulder of a mountain Taking in the rays of the sun It raises its head Footsteps draw near On the edge of the forest Creeping along the undergrowth A hunter draws near With a gun in hand With a look of vengeance in her eyes The fox tilts his head in amusement Another ghost yet to die It chuckles and steps into the light Chest high, he gazes down on his prey Gun aimed And FIRE! He skips to the edge and tips over dead

What failure says about our ability to grow — I remember the screaming and the shouting in the distance as I saw someone I love waddle through what I would later call “The Introduction to Falling Apart.” I like to label my life as chapters in a book, and so far, this one has a lot to do with…

Learning to lean in and reflect On Saturdays, my best friend goes to church. And once more, I am reminded of how sad it feels to be alone. I spend my moments reading or searching for some connection again. I have found out something about myself in the last few…

The first step is falling in love with a subject. I have always loved to talk about psychology and how our thoughts guide our actions, but writing about it, not so much. But why not? I have studied humans' behavior, and how they have evolved, I know how the chemicals…

There is something eternal about the way his eyes looked at the room. I could hear worlds building and rupturing as the gears shifted with his gaze around the room. He was silent, taking in the perfection of the moment. Steady in his breathing, patient with himself. It almost looked…

Anxiety and the fear of being seen I'm sure their eyes are on me as we speak. I bet they are looking through me. Laughing at my insecurities, whispering about my failures. It sends shivers down my back, but I know this scene is all in my mind. No one…

I fall asleep to the sound of a storm, wind, and rain battering the house. The shadows crawl on the walls and paint a picture of something vulnerable and mild. I picture a lover, a force to be reckoned with, a smile that knows all, and the whispering of sweet…

When you pour hot wax on your skin, you tend to anticipate the feeling. It’s similar to getting hit by someone you can’t avoid. Your muscles tense, and you brace for impact. At that moment, you are as vulnerable as a spider’s web. Open to the elements and ready to…