Wayward Thoughts: Grieving

The worst type of crying wasn’t the kind everyone could see — the wailing on street corners, the tearing at clothes, the sore throat and burning eyes. No, the worst kind happens when your soul wept and no matter what you did, there was no way to comfort it. A part of it withered and…

Kobe Bryant: My Thoughts

I love the game of basketball. Or at the very least, I used to love it. As a kid, I used to play basketball every single day on the side of my house. Walk down to the park down the street to the park and play for hours. Though I don’t play physically anymore and…