• Quotes


    “Almost,” the quiet sentinel of uncharted realms, where wishes become like fireflies dancing in the twilight of our yearning, casting a glow upon the silhouettes of our unattained desires. It is a word that lingers, etched upon our hearts like the fading ink of a love letter never sent, a token of the times we dared to dream but were held back by the gravity of reality. In the gardens of life, “almost” grows like a vine, winding its way through the tangled branches of our aspirations, seeking out the light of what could be, while casting shadows upon the blossoms of our achievements. It is the quiet rustle of…

  • Quotes

    The Sun And Moon Pirouette In Eternal Harmony

    In the grand mosaic of the cosmos, a delicate dance unfolds, as the sun and moon pirouette in eternal harmony. The sun is a luminous beacon, graciously bathing the moon in its radiant glow, asking for nothing in return. This celestial ballet paints the night sky with ethereal hues, a testament to the boundless beauty of nature’s embrace. This poignant union whispers to our very souls, urging us to weave threads of kindness and selflessness into the fabric of our own lives. For in this cosmic tale of light and shadow, we find an inspiring allegory, a call to cherish the delicate balance that breathes life into our relationships and…

  • Diary

    No Time And No Words Did I Waste

    My dear friend of 10+ years talked to me on Skype for an hour and 45 minutes. Gerry ███████████ an openly gay and borderline effeminate college best friend of mine who despite his busy schedule, always finds time to keep in touch. Not only has he enjoyed huge success in recent years, but he finally met the man of his dreams (███) whom he lives with in ███████████, Ohio. During the course of our conversation, Gerry brought back memories and remembrances of the good old days back when we were students at Marshall University. It’s sad to think of how I let the good times pass me by without any…

  • Diary

    Springtime In Vermont

    Springtime in Vermont is a magical time of rebirth and renewal, when the world awakens from its slumber and bursts forth in a symphony of color and sound. The air is heavy with the sweet fragrance of blooming flowers, and the trees are alive with the chirping of birds. The fields are alive with the bright colors of flowers, each one more beautiful than the last. From delicate daisies to vibrant tulips, the world is transformed into a dazzling display of color and life. From the gentle fluttering of butterfly wings to the buzzing of bees, the farm is a symphony of life and motion. The soft rustle of leaves…

  • Diary

    The Misfit’s Triumph

    I have experienced life as both a misfit and someone who has received praise, traversing paths which at first seem to be at odds. In those moments when fortune’s favor shone upon me, and praise was bestowed, I savored the elixir of achievement and the comforting embrace of validation. Meanwhile, as a pariah, I discovered the fortitude to stand firm in my convictions, an unyielding adaptability, and the courage to remain steadfastly true to my inner essence. These seemingly discordant episodes have, like the harmonious interplay of light and shadow, refined my ability to empathize with souls navigating the labyrinth of varied circumstances. They have illuminated the path toward personal…

  • Random Thoughts

    Sticker Wall

    When I was a little girl, I told my mom that one day, I would have a wall of stickers in my house. She would often reply to such statements by saying, “when you have your own house, you can do whatever you want.” Well, today is the day. Amelia and I are starting our own sticker wall in the hallway that leads to the basement of our house.

  • Quotes

    The Enduring Power Of Love

    The sky was a canvas of pastel hues, as the sun descended in a final blaze of glory. The moon, a luminescent orb, rose slowly into the night, casting a mystical glow upon the earth. As the stars twinkled in the inky blackness, the moon and the sun shared a timeless embrace, a dance of light and shadow, of warmth and coolness, of life and death. For though the sun’s fiery passion was spent, its legacy burned on in the soft radiance of the moon, a testament to the enduring power of love. Thomas Slatin, Only The Moon Understands The Beauty Of Love