There is a season for everything. A season for change, and a season for rebirth. A season to live, and even a season to die. For me, fall is that season. There is no rebirth anymore, just death. Several years ago, on a breezy October Sunday morning, I lost everything when my wife, Margaux, passed away. The worst part is she died alone. I was off being a romantic, sneaking out early to grab her coffee from her favorite café. Oh how she loved her coffee! Strong, black, and decaf. No one understood her taste for coffee—sans caffeine on top of it!
16-year-old Baylee Littrell is the next big thing in country music. This Georgia boy is paying tribute to his Southern roots by choosing a country music career versus pop, that his father, Backstreet Boy Brian Littrell is famous for.
I thought I lost her. I left her there somewhere in a dark hole. Feeling empty and numb.
There is just something about vampires that intrigue us. Maybe it’s the fascination with good versus evil… or maybe it’s because vampires represent an exaggerated version of humanity: suffering from our past demons, wanting what we can’t have, and being afraid of death.
There are two people inside of me.
When I was younger, I didn’t believe in writer’s block. I assumed it was some form of laziness or procrastination. While there is truth to my original theory, I now realize writer’s block is very real.