Somebody once told me that if I wanted to be a good writer, all I had to do was be silent and it would just come to me. The problem was, I didn’t know how to be silent.

I read through comments, and see the vitriol and viciousness that good people become when they think up a punishment for people’s transgressions. In those moments, how are we really any different than the subject of our hatred?

A funny thing happens when you first learn that you are going to die, time suddenly warps out of scope and ideas that once seem impossible take on a totally different realm of possibility.

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She thinks she’s plain; I think she’s fascinating. She thinks she’s ugly; I think the way her eyes sparkle when she smiles is adorable. She thinks she’s fat; I love the way her body feels beside…

As you step upon your soapbox and cast me into hell, let me stop you for a moment to ask you a very important question.  How is this not about your ego?  How is this…

The only advice my father ever gave me was that I had to lose weight, or “nobody would ever take me seriously, nobody would ever love me, or care about anything I ever had to say about anything.” This was his parting advice to me as a nine year old boy, as I moved away to a new state with my mom and sister; and he moved in with his new, much preferred family.