I swear I'm not a romantic simply because it feels good. In fact, it has hurt me more than it has helped. But I refuse to let go of it. Mayhaps it's my youthful heart. Mayhaps it's immaturity. But today, the hurt is so real, and so worth it. Love is not a word to... Continue Reading →

Dear Bob, I'm so so sorry. It's been about a year since we last spoke, and though for close friends that's no time at all, it's a lifetime between you and me. And I still don't know what to say to you. Part of me wants to tell you how pissed I am at you.... Continue Reading →

Yesterday, I received the email that I waited six long years to receive. It reads, "Dear Christopher Cleland, CONGRATULATIONS! Your Bachelor of Science in Engineering Degree has been posted to your Northern Arizona University academic record..." At first, I was pretty excited. And I mean that in a way where I was, at best, only... Continue Reading →

A fire burns low in the hearth, emitting a deep, velvety red glow that swaddles the room in shadows and warmth. Across from the hearth sits an oversized but broken in dark brown leather couch, now appearing nearly black as a silhouette, guarded on either side by knotted wood side-tables topped with a glass of... Continue Reading →