A journey through loneliness


I didn't think I'd ever talk about my experience with loneliness here. I knew it would probably be something I would feel as Mason packed most of his belongings into a plastic bin I hadn't seen since our college days. Yet, loneliness was something I always felt I didn't have a right to. It was…

In Search of Simpler Times


It's funny how in a couple of generations things can be forgotten, lost in time. Traditions, places, faces. Yet, when revisiting them it reawakens something we've never really lost. The first time I visited far west Texas, I was sixteen. I wasn't truly present to the family road trip, but I do remember the crisp…