The Life of an Oregano Addict

There was a time in my life when I couldn’t feel anything. Not sadness, not love, not joy, not hope. Just a vast, echoing emptiness. And in ...

My father passed away last March 9. It was weird how they told me. They asked me to come over to my parents house, deliberately failing t...

I just read a comment on a Flickr photo which someone left 10 years ago. It was filled with  hatred and vitriolic language. The person who ...

I miss writing. Oh, I write. I do. I do. I get paid for every word that I type, every sentence that I create. I suppose that counts, but I d...