For anything new to begin, something must first end. — Coldness reflected off the gray paint in the bedroom. An empty room, except for a lonely bed. An empty bed occupied by myself and my thoughts. Wrapped in white bedding, I hid my head from the void around me. I didn’t want to look. I didn’t want to accept. …

I needed it to be different. — “Are you sure you want to do this?” she asked. I nodded swiftly, a reflex before my brain could catch up. If I let myself think, If I let myself sift through memories, my entire body might shut down. My bare chest pressed against her exposed skin. She lay there…

All without massive cleaning fees. — For individuals wanting to break free of the traditional hotel, Airbnb once proved to be a godsend. With all kinds of unique properties and staying potential, Airbnb gave travelers a new way to see the world and, potentially, save money. However, somewhere along the golden brick road, Airbnb stumbled into…

But the answer is easy. And it doesn’t cost a cent. — When the Notre Dame Fighting Irish walk through the tunnel leading up to their field, players smack a sign stating, “play like a champion today.” There needs to be a similar sign, mounted above doors to Congress, the White House, heck any other government building, that reads, “for the love…

Are you cool with being live-streamed without your permission? — Years ago, a friend introduced me to a website called CouchSurfing. The website allowed anyone with a spare couch or bedroom to list their space for travelers in need of a place to crash for a day or two. The early days of CouchSurfing, which didn’t truly hit the ground…

There’s more, but here’s four to start. — The United States is the greatest country in the world. It’s a line just about everyone who attended schools within the U.S. was fed over and over again. I was one of them. …

Not everything is great about the writing community. — The isolation of writing can distance oneself from the world. Solitarily exploring the inner tunnels of the mind as it twists into the soul can prove both terrifying and exhilarating. Especially without a safety line. The writing community can offer this safety line. A group of people there to pull…

A failed marriage doesn’t end one relationship. It ends many. — There’s a death in the pit of your heart. Buried. Deep under the surface. Below the cracked and ruptured exterior. Below the visible. Below the invisible. It burrows down, waiting. Waiting for the seismic wave shaking the foundation of your life to subside. For the pain of your divorce to…

There is an end to every beginning. — Walking out the courthouse marked a new beginning. It marked a final end. It marked future paths twisting off in infinite directions. Like a novelty sign pointing off to a dozen far-off cities and just how distant each hides in the horizon. Divorce came so suddenly, and yet I had…