Prayer, Pathways and Second Chances (or “Whatever the Hell is In Store for Me Next”)

There once was a time where I knew where I was going in my life, of that I am sure. From those recently past days, I have notes and drawings and piles of self-wrought scripture, to follow without doubt as to the destination or the nature of the path I took.  Everything was crystal clear,… Continue reading Prayer, Pathways and Second Chances (or “Whatever the Hell is In Store for Me Next”)

On Moving Back Home

I am - more than a little worried, though many tell me that I needn't be.  It's just something about being on one's own for the first time in one's life that breeds the kind of morbid hubris I am now struggling with.  Namely, do I return to live in my mother's home, do I… Continue reading On Moving Back Home