Volume III

the human condition & all the side effects it entails

Volume III

March 31st- A shOut Out to all my overcommitted hoes 

You ever hear the expression don’t half ass two things, whole ass one? Great in theory, honestly great advice: but sometimes that’s just not realistic is it?  For you non- parks and rec watchers (listen, I don’t advocate for much tv but really guys… it’s funny watch it) there is an episode where all of…

About a Man in a Van, Down by the River

I am a sucker for a good biography. I love learning about people’s lives, hearing their successes, the struggles they’ve overcome. Finding the string that we are all a lot more similar than we think despite the vast differences of where we’ve come from, and learning from the differences we do have. What can I…

Mama* was a Rolling Stone

Since we are in the trust tree here, I have something to confess. The longest I have ever lived in one place (both city and physical location) is four years. I was in 7th grade, and the house caught on fire. That’s a different story for a different day, but I have always either moved…

It’s my Birthday, I can say Goodbye if I want to

When I think of my last year, I truly feel like I’m finishing my last mile of a marathon. A marathon I’ve been sprinting ¾ of. Some years are like that, some are more passive. Not in a completely dormant way, but in a gentler pace. More restful and restorative. I had a couple like…

The Power of Pivot 

I have been so busy living my life before I knew it it’s been four months since I’ve written on here. Not a bad thing, I’m glad I’ve really been present in my day to days, but a good time to check in nonetheless. When reflecting back from December to now what I most want…

Home, Home on the Range

Sup, buttercup? Long time no chat. As we enter the last month of summer I figured it was time to check in. At the end of last year I really started reflecting on community where I live, and where I fit in it. I have a lot of friends in a lot of places, and…

In Defense of Being Open to the Impossible

When I started Caffeine Dreams I was terrified. The thought of putting myself out there in this way, sharing not only my writing but just inner thoughts… being vulnerable, YUCK. The name itself is something I started saying in undergrad when I was running myself ragged working 25+ hours a week, taking 18 credits, being…