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Not a Writer

I don’t consider myself a writer and I am pretty carefree with my publishing. I edit once, miss most of my mistakes, and still publish because perfection isn’t my goal here. My goal with writing, not blogging because I consider those separate things of course, has always been to push my limit. See what I…

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A Book of Triggers – By: Jason C. Cushman

If I were to imagine a book of life it would best be described as a book of triggers. For what is life other than a slowly revealed circle of need, want, and more need? My book of triggers has always been my journals that I have kept throughout my life. Triggering thoughts, feelings, and…

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Hidden Jealousy

When I was in grade school a friend of mine used to get a personal note from his mother inside his lunch every day. We of course made fun of him because we are guys… and that is what guys do. Deep down though I was jealous and I am sure some of my other…

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Why I don’t Ski

“So I want everyone to do the next step and place their feet out so their skis make a backward V,” the instructor said in the bored voice one would expect from someone that has given this lesson a million times. His eyes would occasionally drift to the slopes where everyone else was having fun.…

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Lucky Number 6

When the wife and I were dating and I was still in Cheyenne I found my favorite smell. Previously I would have said fahrenheit was my favorite smell, but then I found a bottle of Lucky Number 6. You know those smells that take you back? This smell takes me back to a red 2006…

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The Bad Son 2

I know you probably aren’t very pleased with me right now. Sometimes my Korean nature shows in unusually Korean ways… and my stubborness knows no limit. I know you wished for a different response from me the other day and I can’t give a good explaination for why I have decided to do what I…

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Being Me

Can they hear my heartbeat across the room? Amidst the sounds of clinking glasses and scrapping silverware. The feeling of normal around me feels so abnormal at times. My senses heighten with the rise of anxiety as I search for an escape. I find I am without one so I turn within. I turn the…