Imperfect.

I mentioned in my last post that I've been (re)reading the Night Angel Trilogy. I'm on the last book now, about halfway through, and I've noticed something strange. The first time I read a good book, I'm pretty much consumed by it. I fall in, and I don't think about much else until I'm through. … Continue reading Imperfect.

Why I’m Here

Growing up, there was this corner I found. It was this empty space between my dresser and my desk. It wasn't a big space, but it was big enough that, if I was willing to fold myself up a bit, I could fit. There was even room enough for me to bring a couple small, … Continue reading Why I’m Here