The Breakthrough Moment
“How can I pretend that I don’t see What you hide so carelessly? …It’s not what it seems Not what you think No, I must be dreaming… Help, you know I’v…
Melting Memory Masks
I wrote this post precisely one year after my parents kicked me out of my house. My dad had just called me at work to say that I couldn't see my s…
Blessing the Child
This article was the penultimate post before I officially broke the news about my parents' abuse. It is an emotional introduction to my goal in wr…
Birthday Post 3: Feeling 22
Archive re-upload note: this was a sensitive time in my life, when I was caught between trying to stay on good terms with my parents for the sake of s…
Thoughts on Being an Adult with Imaginary Friends (The Gilbert Post)
I wasn’t the type of kid who liked dolls or toys. I wanted everything to be as real as possible. Play-food annoyed me, because it looked tempting, but…
Following Logic to Emotion
It’s not that my brain and body aren’t logical. It’s more like they’re too complex to keep up with. Did you know science hasn’t figured out why we ne…
The Gray Area Problem
Fundamentalism may exist in a black-and-white world. But saying it's full of the logical thinkers, and those outside it are in a murky cloud of gr…
Chesterton, Children, and the Death of Curiosity
This post has been re-uploaded as part of the Archive Restoration Project. My brain is constantly coming up with ideas and I can’t get it to stop. I…
Why Spiritual Highs Scare Me
I’ve been listening to a song lately with a poetic description of something everybody, religious or non-religious, experiences: spiritual highs. It’s…