I met The Wandering Tog at a Starbucks on a very gloomy Tuesday morning. He was sitting in the corner, by the window, a seat I often choose for myself. I walked in heavy from fatigue, stress, and a little anxiety. I wasn’t in the mood for much of anything, but I was good at […]
I knew a boy once. Every time he looked in the mirror, he saw the father that never loved him. Or the women he always abandoned. Or the sister he molested. As each day went by, he found himself staring at his wounds and failures instead of his triumphs. He looked past his brilliance and […]