Guilty Pleasures

It was junior year of college. I had almost no human interaction due to poor roommate choices and hefty science-based classes. All I wanted was to escape mundane reality. So after class, I would often visit the bookstore, maybe two to three times a week. I’d often pass the romance section and wonder curiously what…

Mid-December Musings

My part of the forest has finally grown colder. It means I can no longer deny that autumn has fluttered right past with not so much as a second glance. How rude. Here we are right smack in the middle of December, and I can feel the constant pull of contradicting emotions rise in my…