How blessed am I that I get to see my lover every day? To feel and taste and embrace her, to gaze upon her as if it’s the first time I’ve ever seen her, to be captivated by her as if she’s still to this day the most beautiful thing I have ever laid eyes on.
I had spent New Year’s Eve in New York City and had just gotten back to my apartment in Ocean City. I woke up early on the second day of 2014 and spent the morning with the mist shrouded ocean. Forever the water moved; not for one moment since creation had it been still. Standing there as I stood countless times, I thanked my lover for making me feel humble, inspired, tiny and salty all at once. No matter what, I always wanted to be around her or close to her. Continue reading “My Lover (Pt. I)” »
After a summer of sitting dormant, collecting dust and low web traffic numbers, I’m reviving my blog! Yes, it’s been far too long and my busyness can no longer be an excuse for not updating. The last few months have been extraordinarily crazy, from two cross country road-trips, an unforgettable adventure in Africa, the tragic loss of a once dear friend and the emotional turmoil that has accompanied it, to surviving a tornado in Nebraska, taking the best shower I ever took at Heathrow airport in London after a nine hour flight, moving into a beach front apartment in New Jersey with some best friends, and of course, launching the media empire I told all of you that I would launch, Infinity News Network – which came to life on May 1 at the Rio Hotel in Las Vegas. Continue reading “Resurrection!” »
I think Hurricane Irene spoiled me a little bit. Last night Wildwood was still a ghost town, and mostly all the flooding had receded. The ocean had went back to its rightful place, leaving behind massive pools and puddles on the beach. The bay returned to normal and the wind dissipated. Irene left behind a chilly summer’s night I again had the island all to myself, cruising about on my bike, down the boardwalk which suffered minor damage and through the streets. Groups of people would pop up here and there and a pizza shop was open for business on Pacific Avenue. My house was untouched and the power never went out. For a hurricane Irene wasn’t nearly as bad as she could have been. However, let’s not underestimate her strength, for some people in North Carolina lost everything due to her. For them, Irene wasn’t all “just a bunch of hype.” One of those most powerful images that came from the storm was of the Stinson family sitting on steps surrounded by water where their now nonesxistant cottage once stood in Nags Head, North Carolina. Such a moving and heart stirring picture. Continue reading “aftermath” »