Connected


Together we are the light. Individually we glow, but together we put forth a bonfire of hope and presence. Sometimes that is all that is needed, a shining symbol to tell the world that you are alive and that you matter. Beware, the shadow of doubt provides frequent torrents of despair that seek to extinguish…

Monotony, I am Robot


Automated, pin number, ID stamp, social security code, what was your name again? Who cares ID badge please? Does it matter what your name is? Has anyone else felt lately that this world is quickly slipping away from humanity and into… routine? Not only that, but that the routine we are being forced into is…

The Protector


I am training to be a superhero. Let me stop and take a deep breath before this post. I am the proud father of two girls. Someone asked me once they said “why do you constantly read the news, doesn’t that worry you with two young kids?” Nope. It makes me aware and prepared. Every…

The Iron Mask


Comforting, I feel my warm breath spread across my face. I see you and you see what I want you to see. I am the ultimate salesman, I sell without a race. Want to be me? You do not know me. I am a prisoner of my own making. I can rail and rant, but…

Mixing Races? How I knew I would marry my Color


If you have read any of my previous work you have no doubt begun to garner some idea of who I am, or who you think I might be. You may have been able to piece together, detective that you are, that I am Asian (South Korean actually, we generally HATE to be called Asian…

Awaken


I stare at them and wonder, where do they go? What places have they seen, who do they know? I venture forth, a hermit from his cave. Thunder cracks above, the storm begins to rave. Nothing will keep me inside this box! I have torn off my chains, broken all the locks. Reality becomes memory,…

My Adoption Story: Depression and the Devil


Man’s greatest triumphs can sometimes be found during his most monumental times of adversity. This is my new saying when I reflect upon the “Dark Ages” of my life and my deepest days of depression. I am often not a praying man, which is odd considering my father is a priest and a doctor, and…