Thoughts & Prayers

Thoughts & prayers are NOT enough. Not when more moms & dads will bury kids this week, & more sons & daughters will grow up without parents. — Elizabeth Warren (@SenWarren) October 2, 2017 I agree. The truth is, people who “think and pray” agree too. Thinking is rarely the end of a story. Before […]

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A Bridge of Light

Luke Skywalker from "Star Wars: The Force Awakens" - illustrated by Stephen Fox

I’ve always really appreciated Mark Hamill. He can be boisterous, but it’s always in pursuit of giving his absolute BEST. He submerges into whatever he’s doing with passion and a commitment that doesn’t understand the meaning of “being embarrassed”. His Joker was vibrant while still being nuanced. His Luke was completely invested in the world […]

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If We Were Speaking…

  I discovered another detail about myself today—another truth I wish weren’t true. Lately I feel like these unwelcome epiphanies sort of line a trophy shelf over my subconscious. I excuse myself from the people, situations or light of day and hide away in a large dark room. Maybe my voice will softly absorb into […]

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Big Machines

Tonight I heard one of the most talented Hollywood screenwriters speak. He was eloquent, relatable and charming. I was constantly engaged by what he had to say, and grateful I had the opportunity to hear it. He spoke about the therapy of writing, the importance of craft and the power of pain. I could see […]

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Graphic Novels Preface: The Good Ole Days

I was eight. I lived in Crossville, TN (It’s okay, I moved). I spent every spare second I could drawing, day-dreaming, or arguing about comics. On rainy days, I would lay on the super uncomfortable berber carpet in our finished basement with a single couch pillow tucked directly under my chest. On my right, I […]

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Dear Hannah…

Dear Hannah… Luci is your age, nearly exactly. Every night I see her lately I see your tiny body next to her. I see you sitting quietly in that big chair in our living room. I wonder why you’re so quiet. I don’t blame you; it’s a scary world full of people who cause pain […]

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Breakfast With Euel

The smell is what I remember most. It was the dulled scent of urine and bleached vomit.  A few forgotten souls gazed helplessly at the ceiling. Others attempted labored, crooked smiles. It was a nursing home where residents sat sloppily in wheelchairs like abandoned marionettes. Even short visits there made me feel I was stumbling […]

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SAFE

I was very close to my grandmother. So close in fact, until I was five I would sleepwalk up a flight of stairs just to fall asleep next to her. She used to snore like a grizzly bear. Next to her is where I needed to be though—It’s where I was safe. When I was […]

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