"Ha! Not often you encounter a 'clean' human nowadays," I tease. I unleash two things: what I hope is a charming grin, and an unintended hint of condescension slipping past my tongue before I can swallow it.

I immediately hate myself for this, cataloging this casual Freudian slip away to mentally punish at night just before sleep for the next week (decade, if we're being honest).

"Wow. I know th...

Son, sit with me for a moment. I know you’re busy; I just want a few minutes of your time.

Your mother told me that you’re nervous about going to therapy. I completely understand, I was too. If you’ve told your friends, I hope they were supportive, but I need you to know you’re doing the right thing no matter what anyone says. There’s nothing shameful about investigating your well-being with a pr...

Human ingenuity is nothing short of fascinating. 

Ignore gods and myths and you’ll find we sprang from nothing, proto-humans scavenging for sustenance by day, scurrying to survive by night. Prometheus didn’t mercifully gift us fire; we died over and over again, only enduring long enough to procreate and watch our offspring invent new methods that made life less cruel. We fought and experimented a...

You've likely heard at some point or another that silence, true silence, is deafening. If you haven't experienced this firsthand, it's hard to actually imagine.

Picture yourself in a moss-scarred cave, barely able to see, allocating every ounce of effort into your other senses in hopes of holding onto some semblance of sanity. Waiting for a sound — any sound at all — to break the stasis around yo...