Sometimes, The Heart Bleeds to Pop Punk
There are days when I need to listen to pop punk. It can serve as a constant reminder of my…
There are days when I need to listen to pop punk. It can serve as a constant reminder of my…
Today, I did something I truly enjoyed. I helped someone with a story. It wasn’t a perfect experience. I was…
Once again, I find myself leaving behind the empty spaces. Each time I’ve done this in the past, he has…
I think most children have an imaginary friend. My parents probably knew there was something wrong with me when I…
Early in this blog’s history, I wrote a series of posts declaring my self-improvement intentions. Though I haven’t always been moving…
There is a place in Springfield, where Glenstone meets the James River Expressway. In that place, there is a vast…
It’s been ten years since I first joined my small host of friends in he Windsor apartment in Springfield, MO….
One of my closest friends is getting married on Saturday. This is great news for him. His fiancé is a…
I’m not sure I want to share this story because there are some things I think I’d just be better…
There is a thing that is going around. It is called a blog hop. I happened to catch it from…