Chasing Happiness

Sometimes when I laugh really hard, especially for a prolonged period of time, I feel sad and hollow inside afterward. Its like the crash after a sugar or caffeine high. I don’t know why this happens, but when it does happen, I try to make note of it. I was laughing at a funny StateContinue reading “Chasing Happiness”

A Funny Thing Happened…

In the words of the Fresh Prince himself, “Now this is a story all about how my life got flipped-turned upside down…” However, there’s one anecdote from my very recent past that is sure to rival that of Bel Air royalty. It all started on the morning of Saturday, September 10, 2016. All day, I received countlessContinue reading “A Funny Thing Happened…”

Who’s That Misanthrope?

Merriam Webster defines misanthrope as “a person who hates or distrusts humankind.” [2] This trusted etymological repository further explains that “Misanthrope comes from the Greek misanthrōpos “hating humankind” and was very likely popularized by the French playwright Moliere’s Le Misanthrope, which depicts a bitter critic of society who chooses exile over contact with other people…It is one of severalContinue reading “Who’s That Misanthrope?”

Of Inspiration and Mentors

Listening to Neil Gaiman talk about writing with Sir Terry Pratchett and creating Good Omens together is a story I will never get tired of hearing. Especially when he compares it to having Michelangelo “ring you up” to go paint a ceiling together. It reminds me of how I became great friends with my favoriteContinue reading “Of Inspiration and Mentors”

On the Subject of Fatherhood: A Good Omens Gift

As I write this, it is 8:56 am, and I figure now is as good a time as any to finally put to words what I’ve been thinking over the past year. I have written about the trauma I sustained due to child abuse I experienced and because of this trauma, I have struggled forContinue reading “On the Subject of Fatherhood: A Good Omens Gift”

Crossroads: Part Six, Conclusion

From my point of view as an individual who has endured countless hours of abuse at the hands of my father, and as one who has tasted success in the academic world, I know that life has its difficulties. My purpose for writing my memoir is to achieve some sort of reprieve from the innerContinue reading “Crossroads: Part Six, Conclusion”

Crossroads: Part Five, University & Present Day

After graduating from high school in 2010, I started to feel that the weight of the world was lifting. I started the one newest chapters of my life at university that fall. At university, I had friends with whom I would spend nearly all of my time. I never lived on campus, but I wouldContinue reading “Crossroads: Part Five, University & Present Day”

Crossroads: Part Four, High School

High school was the beginning of a fresh start. I was inducted into the Senior Beta Club and I joined the Future Business Leaders of America, also known as FBLA. I began to laugh more and live more. I started to go to the movies and I felt more alive than I have in soContinue reading “Crossroads: Part Four, High School”

Crossroads: Part Three, Adolescence

Adolescence brought with it an entirely new set of challenges. There I struggled with my past and the now disintegrated relationship with my father. As I got older, my understanding of what in endured grew more and more concrete. As a young child in elementary school, I was bubbly and outgoing. That changed slowly overContinue reading “Crossroads: Part Three, Adolescence”

Crossroads: Part Two, Childhood

I have four half-sisters and six half-brothers. I am my mother’s only child, while my father has children from previous relationships. My early years in school were very productive, though I was often sick. In kindergarten, I missed about eighty days from school because I was out sick with various illnesses. There was not everContinue reading “Crossroads: Part Two, Childhood”

Crossroads: Part One, Introduction

The clock chimes four as the afternoon sun pours through my windows this crisp, October afternoon. Sitting here at my desk, I began to reflect upon my life and the path this journey has taken me so far. I see glimpses of the past like photos on a wall. I feel the warmth of theContinue reading “Crossroads: Part One, Introduction”