My path to sobriety has made me more aware of my actions and how I treat others. I want my family to feel proud of who I am.
My grandma often said, "He's a winner!" about my son, reflecting her immense pride in us all, even when we struggled to feel it ourselves.
Contemplations on a parent's discomfort with buying violent toys, exploring how perceptions of play and consequences have changed across generations.
I spent years writing poems in Moleskine notebooks at bars instead of focusing on my craft and connecting with publications and other writers.
I cannot tell you a single thing about Swedish jazz music, but I currently love it for its unique sound and the emotions it evokes in me.
At twelve, I faced a pivotal moment in my maturity, choosing between a clear path to manhood and the simpler route of just being a dude.
My opinions; the opinions of others; the opinions of strangers, pundits, or journalists are absolutely worthless.
Just get something on the page; that’s what this process is really about. It doesn’t have to be perfect; just write something and keep going.
Please refrain from sending anything like this to me again.
