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Hate Leads to Suffering

If fear leads to anger, and anger leads to hate, then hate most certainly leads to suffering. For everyone involved. For the one holding onto their hate, most of all. In my second post of this three-part thought train, I... Continue Reading →

Anger Leads to Hate

If fear leads to anger, then it makes sense that anger leads to hate. It is, after all, a more intense version of anger. But if you look up "anger" in a thesaurus, "hate" does not show up as a... Continue Reading →

Fear Leads to Anger

I've spent a lot of my life with my head in the clouds. Most of my childhood was filled with sci-fi books, video games and board games that no one else would ever play. I grew up in a religious... Continue Reading →

A Letter

I wonder, to what end will you pursue your goal? In a decade you have made me the center of your existence. The hatred you have cultivated is now your only purpose. If you achieve your aim, will you be... Continue Reading →

Twenty-Three

Every day, twenty-three men who are not allowed to see their children commit suicide.

Step 97

"What do you want?" she asked. We were lying on our backs, gazing up at the star-studded sky. There was no moon that night. Still, so far out of town, the wide space above us was bright with the glow... Continue Reading →

If I Know Then

Last week I turned thirty-six years old. It didn’t bother me. Birthdays now are really just another day and when you have kids, most of the attention stays with them anyhow. It’s not a big deal. I could’ve turned forty-five and I would probably feel the same. Maybe a little more achy. The most I can hope for when it comes to birthday celebrations is spending time with people I love, doing things I enjoy. I mean really, what else is there?

That Hopey Changey Thing

Remember when Sarah Palin stood up in front of a crowd in 2010 and asked, "How's that hopey, changey thing workin' out?" At the time I thought that speech was absurd because if anything stifled the "hope" movement of the Obama era, it was the obstinate Republican Congress. Lately, I have to admit Sarah, it's been a long road.

Mornings with Soren

When I find myself in times of trouble, I don't usually turn to Mother Mary. "Let it be" has never been good enough. I've sung that song to myself many times over, reminding my heart that "when the night is... Continue Reading →

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