The sentimental differences between Mother’s Day and Father’s Day are as stark as life and death.
There! I said it. Continue reading →
The sentimental differences between Mother’s Day and Father’s Day are as stark as life and death.
There! I said it. Continue reading →
Happy Loving Day!!
Today is indeed Loving Day which marks the anniversary of the 1967 United States Supreme Court decision, Loving vs. Virginia, which struck down all anti-miscegenation laws remaining in 16 states citing “There can be no doubt that restricting the freedom to marry solely because of racial classifications violates the central meaning of the equal protection clause.” Continue reading →
The start of another day set to fight crime and bad design.

Today is my birthday.
I’m 40.
I don’t feel it.
Yet.
In other news,
I turned in my resignation today.
Yep.
I’ll be working as an Art Director at my new gig.
God is awesome in his timing.
Yay, God! You go!
As for today and the rest of the week…
I relax, reflect, and reset.
I’m digging this 40.
And so it is… 30 days later. July 1st. It seems much of my celebration of my birth month, June, was met with a lot of busyness but I got some serious reflection and celebration of self in there too.
I’m not sure that I’m cut out for blogging everyday but I do plan on blogging more regularly when time and inspiration allows.
In case you’re wondering what I’ve been up to… I’m currently shopping for an agent for my novel (Pious), illustrating my children’s book (A Jar of Mayonnaise), drafting a short story (Clean), and finishing writing edits on a second children’s book (Better There) that I will illustrate later this year. (whew!) Now what was that I said about busyness?
It’s hot outside and but that’s ’cause we’re outside. Oh yeah.



Today, I’ve taken the day off from blogging and the internet and all to spend with my favorite little dudes. I may post pictures of our adventure tomorrow. And stay tuned for a new piece that I’m writing that I plan on posting on Monday. See you then.
Thank you for the music, the inspiration, and the memories of which legends are made.

This configuration of barbed wire, ambitions, and intentions
Draw out new adversaries where there should be rest
And sleeplessness is my only companion
I aspire while trying to inspire
My voice is a weak puff of air
Yet I know that I’m heard
If even so slightly
But sometimes,
It’s hard.