What if it happens and there's no way out. The not-knowing doesn't kill me. It keeps me too alert to die. Alone is where the walls learn your name. They watch. They wait. They know the game. Then the chest tightens its gri a fist closing…
A narcissist will try to destroy your life with lies before you can destroy theirs with truth Truth will always win, trust me.…
Twenty-five years of backend services. I've shipped MVC, MVVM, full DDD, hexagonal, clean architecture. All of them work. None of them are wrong. But when I start something new, I keep defaulting to the same structure. SOA with a thin application layer and domain modules. Not because it&…
Years in every circle. Wherever trust gathers, he found a seat. He learned the handshake. Memorized the hymn. Spoke the language of belonging without ever belonging. But the body knows what the mind excuses. One by one, the doors stopped opening. The invitations thinned. The seats beside him emptied without…
There is something that outlives the body. There is something that knows your voice before your name. There is something that forgives the wound before the apology. There is something that holds the silence when the room empties. There is something that buries its dead and sets the table anyway.…
The Great Gamer Tag Identity Crisis of the early 90s. WarMachine. I don't know where it came from. Ozzy had War Pigs but that wasn't it. Somewhere in my head there's a ghost reference, a song or a lyric or maybe just the word…
We were discussing today how recently, one of her business partners did her and her other business partner dirty, very similar to what happened to me earlier in 2024. She said “how do people like this lie, and lie, and lie and think it won’t catch up to them?…
"Cops are at their house again" a neighbor told us. We installed external cameras and internal garage cameras nearly two years ago. We called them the "Chad Detection Cams" and they pickup motion, and sound, ALL SOUNDS including talk 😄 We told our kids they couldn'…
There is an endless understanding of love that comes over me when we are together. The noise stops. Not fades, stops. Like a hand pressed over a wound. Everything slows. And I realize I am not lost. I am only somewhere I have never been with someone who knows the…