The Lodestar

The boat of my life thrashes through the waves, the bottom of the sea pleading to pull me down. It’s as if the darkness of the waters will move on forever, and even the realization that land exists somewhere slips my mind. What is land when the bellowing waters...

Game’s Not Over

The Game I’ve been back in the United States for a little over a week now. I could have given you several different adjectives that were running through my head as I stared at my passport, my luggage, and my boarding pass the night before our travels. I had...