I used to feel guilty about playing video games. Not a kid, though. As a kid, I played a lot of video games and really enjoyed it. It was only when I became an adult that I started feeling guilty about it. I still have fond memories of those hot summer days in Phoenix, in between 6th and 7th grade, where I would spend hours playing Sta...

I've only cried a few times in my life while reading a book. This isn't masculine posturing and it's not something I'm bragging about — this is just the story of how I found myself quietly sobbing in the back of a car while reading on a kindle. That day, I was reading about my Enneagram type. Before you close this and stop reading let ...

Early last year, my family and I drove a total of 20 hours to move from San Diego to an island in Puget Sound. Though we had planned this move for years and anticipated the changes, the reality of it was different than we expected. We arrived in the final weeks of Winter. Despite having more than enough blankets, we shivered at night a...

Hey, world. This is my new blog. I've wanted to start writing for several years now. But my fear has held me back. I'm a normal human, so fear of rejection — no-one reading or caring — is part of it. But, more importantly, my fear of hating it in the future has held me back. I recently uncovered an external hard drive that contains a l...