I spent the past week on the other side of the world in Singapore. It’s not a figure of speech—"the other side of the world”—I was actually on the inverse point of the planet from my life in New York City; the furthest I’ve ever been from home. In many ways, I’m still the little …
“Watch the goat!” my friend Ally screamed as we came around the bend. We were riding the Big Thunder Mountain Railroad at Disneyland and at a specific bend in the track, there’s an animatronic goat with a stick of dynamite in his mouth. Lore among Disney-People says if you focus your eyes on the goat …
For the past few months, I’ve been battling a sneaky depression that’s been playing hide-and-seek in my consciousness. It’s popped up on its own accord and despite my best attempts at playing whack-a-mole to send it back from whence it came, it just doesn’t work that way. The first time I really recognized what depression …
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I begin listening to Christmas music somewhere around mid-March. I’m aware this isn’t a universal practice and you probably wait to turn on “All I Want For Christmas Is You” until you’re doing your Black Friday shopping. That’s fine, but I’m ready to rejoice and jingle some bells long before then. My love of Christmas …
When I took Joey on his morning walk and we strolled over to our coffee shop, it was a grey and rather bleak day so I knew an afternoon jaunt down to the river wouldn’t be happening. I’d been looking forward to reading by the water but it wasn’t meant to be. One of life’s …
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Ryan Brinson 