This poem was inspired by my battle with OCD. I get stuck in my obsessive thoughts and go ‘round and ‘round having conversations in my head.

We took some time off during Christmas to recoup and think of the direction of the company. One of those is to be more eco-friendly in...

What disrupts your inner peace? For me, it’s anxiety that this reality is all we will ever know; that once we die, we never live again.

The cold used to sting. Racing to beat it, Begging for the warmth, That exists within me. Now it's all numbness. Cold doesn't phase me...

Eight Hours. One shift. The singular moment I’ve repeated, Over and over again.