Journal of Journeys

To this day one of my darkest memories is my sister turning toward me with a crying face and asking me “why aren’t you crying?”.

There’s a thing called quality which you achieve through hard and rigorous work. And guess how you know whether you’ve written a good piece

Working in a high-tech company is tragic. Past the Unicorns, Sunday burritos, insane, and paychecks you realize the truth: It’s all a lie!

A street dedication to not only the city of Philly I grew up in, but the neighborhood, down to the very block I was not only born and…

Should’ve been dead but I’m still breathing, that’s living proof there’s a God — if you need a reason.

Turning your biggest dreams into a reality is only an unrealistic possibility for those who limit themselves in the same ways most ordinary…