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My master wants something sweet, so I feed it to them. My master wants money, so I make it for them. My master wants comfort, so I build it for them. My master wants convenience, so I bring it to them. My master wants beauty, so I buy it for them. My master wants attention, so I beg it for them. My master wants to be unbothered, so I silence noise for them. My master wants affection, so I find someone who can give it to them. My master wants to feel, so I indulge them. My mas

“Your breakthrough is coming” But maybe like fresh bread, carefully mixed and molded and baked until golden. “Your breakthrough is coming” But maybe the way my hair dries: first the ends, then the sides, then the back, then the crown. “Your breakthrough is coming” But maybe like a song that demands each note played, beat timed, and lyric uttered to tell its story. “Your breakthrough is coming” But maybe like the pieces of a puzzle, shuffled around over passing perusing and

I drove home in 9:30 PM darkness the other night, pondering life lately and a question I’ve encountered more than a handful of times: “What’s new?” To this, I haven’t had much to answer; little is visibly new in my life, and more questions abound than answers—a lot of "What is next?" I don't take offense at the inquiry, but it does make me squirm when I can't give a straightforward response. I merged onto the highway behind glowing taillights, and a wrestle with the concept

I've had the privilege of visiting Nashville, Tennessee, two years in a row. Here's a bunch of places I went. (Click or tap photos for...