Sticks & Stones: Utter Nonsense

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“Sticks and stones may break my bones, but words will never hurt me.”

I’ve no doubt we’ve all heard that particular proverb, especially as children. Heck, you might have even said it yourself, at one time or another. I did, after all, and while a rock thrown at my head might do more damage than an insult, I would challenge that it is utter rubbish to think that words can do no harm. Continue reading Sticks & Stones: Utter Nonsense

Gossip: The Jaded Whining of the Socially Depraved

stock-photo-pop-art-retro-comic-illustration-woman-whispering-gossip-or-secret-to-her-friend-speech-bubble-580235506**Warning: the following content can be identified as “no-holds-barred” and, as such, might offend those of weaker constitution. If you are subject to fits of rage, tantrums, or are easily “triggered”, it might be best for you to turn back and enter your “safe space”.**

Have you ever heard from a friend of a friend that “so-and-so” said “such-and-such” about you? Continue reading Gossip: The Jaded Whining of the Socially Depraved

Where Do You Find Your Hope?

f83454f69de5f0f97c806055978c6bccSome who read that title will recognize the quote from the popular movie “God’s Not Dead”. Whether you believe in and follow the precepts found in the Bible or not, there are certain lessons taught in the film that can be applied to the everyday life of any individual. The primary take away for me was that of “hope”. Continue reading Where Do You Find Your Hope?

Essay Turned Fantasy Trilogy: A Tale of Inspiration

22555461_507069542990937_6481412000987413470_oSome of you who read this might already know me, but to any random passers-by or to those who took a peek thanks to social media, I’d wager my classic Ford restoration project that you’ve no clue who I am, or what I stand for.

*Cough*

Ok, so I wouldn’t actually wager ‘ol Maggie Continue reading Essay Turned Fantasy Trilogy: A Tale of Inspiration

To Engage or Walk Away?

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Is it that muddy water? The fact that I can’t see my feet after going in only a few feet? Maybe I’m just visiting the wrong oceans. In any case, I know that it’s really the lack of control that stems from a fear of the unknown, but I like to think that it’s a healthy fear. One might call it… respect, for nature and the things under water that I know could kill me. Continue reading To Engage or Walk Away?