Columbus, It’s Time We Had That Talk. I’m In Love With West Virginia.

I grew up in Columbus, Ohio. Now I know to a lot of you who know me from my childhood and my later adult years in West Virginia, that statement may sound wrong to you. It’s true though. I spent my first 20 years in West Virginia, but I grew into an adult in Columbus, Ohio. I spent six years of my life in Columbus.  It was my first time on my own. It was my first time experiencing life on my own. It was my first time experience hurt on my own. It was my first time living on my own. The city of Columbus has a very special place in my heart. There are a lot of memories of mine (mostly related to sports) from that city. I met some very great people in that city – much to the disbelief of people from outside of Ohio who seem to think it’s a state full of jerks....

A Child, a Sweatshirt, and his Grandpa

I grew up in a family that loves sports.   No, wait.   I grew up in a family that worshipped sports.   My brother played football all his life. I played baseball and basketball as a kid. My dad coached. My mom kept score. We. Were. Sports.   I was always a little different than the rest of my family though.   I didn’t play football. In fact, I didn’t even really like football growing up. My dad and brother were diehard West Virginia Mountaineer fans and for some reason, I just wanted to be different. I’m not sure if it was simply rebellion at an early age or just a desire to clear my own path, but I was different. While my family was all baptized in gold and blue waters, I was a bit of a black sheep.   I was a Marshall...

Unwritings: One

The Most Difficult of Moments Requires The Most Simple of Tasks

Try this. Breathe. Breathe in. Hold it. Hold it a little longer. Breathe out. Try it again. Breathe in. Hold it. Just a little longer this time. Let it out. It’s incredible how much breathing fixes.  It fixes stress. It fixes sadness. Hell, it even fixes death. One cannot be dead if they can breathe. Sure, they cannot really be “with us”, but they’re not dead. They’re breathing.  As long as one is breathing, they’re telling death to kiss off; we’ve still got something to do. Even if that something is just simply breathing. We never really forget to breath to survive. It’s subconsciously programmed into our mind from the time we are young until the time we are old. Yes, sometimes when we are young and when we are old (and sometimes in between) our...