𝔒𝔭𝔥𝔢𝔩𝔦𝔞'𝔰 𝔗𝔬𝔪𝔟

 I  had a visit with my mother for the first time since going no contact with her back in July of last year. I hadn't spoken to her, seen her, or heard any news of her. As far as I was concerned, the woman was as good as dead. Through unforeseen events, I met with the saint of a woman that has stuck with her through all of her prescription drug and alcohol abuse. I was stuck in a McDonald's parking lot due to some car issues down the road from one of the main hospitals in my city, one my mother would end up in often due to her own acts of foolishness. Going into my call list, I had seen a blocked number had called me, one which I hadn't remembered blocking. Taking a chance, I called her back. She told me all that she has been through, the verbal abuse at the hands of my mother through all of this. This woman is nothing short of an angel, keeping on despite blow after blow. But, in the end, no matter how kind someone can be, they all have their breaking points, and this was ...

 Every piece of media I consume as a child has shaped my brain in ways I could never properly explain. I was nothing short of enraptured by the fascinating animations of Chowder, with their mixture of claymation and stop motion media, or the dazzling puppetry of Jim Henson. To this day, each time I go back and watch an old show or movie, I'm still left in an almost dazed sense of awe. A part of me screams 'I want to do that! I can  do that! I  will  do that!' with a volume that shakes my soul. I find it important for people, beyond just myself, to have a drive to create! It enriches the human experience, and even if it isn't the best work in the world, you're still bringing something in to existence! The downside of this, however, is the new mountain of hobbies at your back.  I've talked about WIPs before on this page, as I am no stranger to unfinished business. But now I want to take some time to talk about the urge to create with no supplies to express. I have...