Former Career Fire and EMS Lieutenant-Specialst, and Master Photographer.
Category: Writing
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It’s a peculiarly early Sunday morning for me, the world outside still shrouded in the quiet darkness of the pre-dawn hours. As I sit here still in bed, a thought lingers in my mind: the more things change, the more they stay the same. This phrase echoes through the generations, each one pointing fingers at…
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There are ghosts among us—not the ghosts often rooted in folklore, nor the ones one would expect to haunt and linger in old house, but the ones we often create through our own existence. We carry them only in quiet moments, such as the way a song that we haven’t heard in awhile gives us…
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I’m not built for mediocrity; anything less than my personal best is unacceptable. If something is worth doing, then it deserves my full force, my entire intellect, and my unwavering focus. I don’t fear obsession; I embrace it. I understand that greatness often requires extremes, and that mastery often demands an almost unreasonable level of…
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On February 1, 2025 at 6:43 PM, Amelia sent me a text message… I’ve spent four years drowning myself in reverie, fantasy, and artifice. But right now, I need to focus on reality. I have discovered a girl out of time, a Bohemian free spirit meant for a New York forty years ago. She is…
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Dreams are like distant stars, shimmering in a vast expanse of possibility. For me, achieving my dreams was a journey of relentless pursuit, guided by an unyielding belief in myself and the life I envisioned. Yet, I never anticipated the cost of this pursuit—my family, my friends, my work connections, and the sense of belonging…
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As I stand on the cusp of selling my childhood home in New York City, I find myself thinking a lot about growing up in Greenwich Village in the 1980s. The sights, sounds, and even the smells of the neighborhood are etched into my memory. Those cobblestone streets, the street performers in Washington Square Park,…
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New Year’s Day 2025 came and went, much like the turning of any other calendar page. For most, it was a time of reflection and anticipation—a chance to dream up resolutions, set lofty goals, and marvel at the blank slate of possibility that a new year promises. Friends and strangers alike often speak of fitness…
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There’s an unshakable nostalgia in chasing after a feeling you can never quite reclaim—a bittersweet longing for a moment, a sensation, or a state of mind that’s slipped through your fingers, leaving behind only the faintest traces of its existence. It is both a blessing and a curse of human nature to yearn for what…
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Life rarely follows a script. I map out my plans, draft my intentions, and envision the endings I want, yet somehow, the story I’m living seems to always take creative liberties with the plot. Unexpected twists, moments of sheer beauty, and the occasional heartbreak scatter themselves across the pages, often leaving me wondering who’s holding…
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It’s nearly 4 AM, and the house is unbearably quiet. I’m here alone, surrounded by the same walls that stood witness to a childhood I’ve tried so hard to forget. My father bought this house, but it was never a home—it was his domain, his kingdom of control. He’s been gone for many years now,…
