I am What I Say That I am

For whatever reason, a memory came up the other night of a moment where I was on a date, with a now ex, when a woman came up to our table and started gasping. Clearly intoxicated, she was staring, gasping, and struggling to form words when she finally introduced herself as a psychic—then proceeding toContinue reading “I am What I Say That I am”

Psychics and Soapboxes

To be perfectly frank, I hadn’t worked on any type of blog post or personal essay for about a week straight. To be perfectly frank, it was a much-needed break from the recesses of my mind in order to join the world of the living. To be perfectly frank, it is equally if not moreContinue reading “Psychics and Soapboxes”