Tis the season of endings. The wintry season in the Northern Hemisphere is today marked by gloom, but its history is doom. After the leaves fall, prehistoric hazards we take for granted today prevail in the forms of freezing, snowy, and icy inclement weather hardly survivable with anything less than…

Lucis Et Amoris — I’m learning to embrace that I like to be a little different. Most people turn 32 the year after they turned 31, but this past Wednesday, exactly one year after I turned 31, I instead turned II^V (spoken out loud, this reads two to the fifth). I think II^V sounds…

“look for ways to call people together, and then call on them to call each other together too” -Toka-Pa Turner, Belonging, p. 221 Approaching 32 years I have come to believe that the most effective way to increase happiness is to surround yourself with the right people. That sounds simple…

“This is the man who thinks too much, who stands back from his life and never lives it. He is caught in a web of pros and cons about his decisions and lost in a labyrinth of reflective meanderings from which he cannot extricate himself. He is afraid to live…

It’s easy to become a hoarder. Many objects have memories attached to them, and it can be emotionally challenging to give away items like clothing that are well past their usefulness. Clutter can be an enemy of peace of calm as our internal states tend to, in the most subtle…

Texas and California, once seen as different as hot and cold, are starting to converge in some ways. But still, they have deep differences in history and ideology that can manifest in something as simple as how they name their school districts. In Texas, the school districts are usually called…

Miami is an interesting cross of New York City and Latin American culture. People are a little more open in Miami than New York on average, but are still pretty closed off. Walking down a street or in a place like an elevator it’s very unlikely that people will have…

It’s easy to imagine what could have been. We have a knack for imagining realities that aren’t ours. That’s why we have fiction. We may think of fiction as the work of great writers, but our own minds are its greatest source. We love to imagine what could have been…