How does it feel to live in the shadow of a ghost, a memory, a period that has long since past?  How does it feel to know that you can never measure up and that whatever you do would always be considered second best?  How does it feel to know you’ll never be good enough, ...

If comparison is the thief of joy, then perfectionism is the killer of progress. Humans aren’t flawless; it’s not in their nature. Aiming for this condition is an impossible task that hinders your success and leads you to downfall. It becomes a trap when you believe nothing is sufficient. So why chase something you can’t ...

The start of the new school year is upon us. The long lazy, days of summer are ending. It is time to shift away from our night owl, vampire tendencies and become functioning members of society again. I have a confession. My house is not ready for this change, and it is going to be ...

Fingertips of day are losing their grip. Pink horizons darken the sound of a saxophone fades. Stars poke through the black curtain like pinholes in the fabric of time, the moon hovers benign and besmirched its surface pocked and shaded.   Silence is golden.   But there will be no riches tonight screeching interrupts my ...