In amazing human fashion, there are as many different takes on what a hug is as there are people on this planet. In my humble opinion, a hug is a place in which all is communicated and all is felt on the deepest of levels.

In amazing human fashion, there are as many different takes on what a hug is as there are people on this planet. In my humble opinion, a hug is a place in which all is communicated and all is felt on the deepest of levels.
I sit here, greatly perturbed. A weight is resting heavily on me. My throat is parched. Water... The answers are inside of us.
It’s weird how dreams stick with you. It’s even weirder how your subconscious blends in with the real stuff and leaves you feeling things; confusion especially. I also really wanna go find the bird that I found in my sleep. That was freaky time slip disco right there. What did I dream about, you’re probably …
Good morning, everyone. I stumbled across this file on my computer and cannot, for the life of me, remember why and when I wrote it. It's a great introduction to the moodiness I feel the majority of the time. Enjoy! While many people are waking up with fuzzy eyes, lost wallets and misplaced cars, I …
As I was eating my food, I realized that I could do a segment on the things I buy and try out. Unfortunately, the items I'm going to share with you today have already been ingested and are now succumbing to my acid. Wait... that doesn't sound right. Let's try that again! Unfortunately, the items …
Disclaimer: Any advice given or situations are from my own experiences. Please take what I say with a grain of salt when comparing it to your own situation. When you type into Google “teaching in Japan” or “ALT jobs in Japan,” it may not cross your mind that you’ll be lonely. You can only think …
What do you think of when you hear the word “curry?” Ann Curry? Tim Curry? Curry with naan? I bet you weren’t aware that one of the staple dishes in Japan is curry. That’s right! I’m not talking about a stereotype here. Curry in Japan is a soul food – kids roll up their sleeves …
Once upon a time, there was a sporadic blogger who disappeared. She was found a year later, quietly rotting away from overwork and self-imposed stress. If you listen closely, you can hear the tapping from the keys on her laptop and the frantic clicking of her mouse. She now serves as a living reminder to …