On hope and endings

Why is everyone I idolize dead? I thought as I laid quietly in bed.

I had just finished Anthony Bourdain’s A Cook’s Tour and needed a moment to let it all sink in.  The ending of a book is usually a moment of somber reflection for me.  It’s a ritual that begins by reading the last page or paragraph twice, maybe three times, before closing it silently and falling into my thoughts.  Each story is an emotional and mental investment and seeing it come to a close is like ending a relationship.  You need some time to accept its conclusion and move on. Continue reading “On hope and endings”


It’s true that I’ve lost steam since my genuine attempts at a blogging renaissance.  This past month, I started the overnight shifts once again and while I came into them strong and full of vision, the disruption of one’s natural clock proves more powerful than the most ardent sense of motivation.   Continue reading “Hibernation”