The Fall. Every year it hits me like a freight train, like a Mike Tyson hook straight to the jaw.

Modou is a taxi driver. We hitched a ride with him coming back from N’Gor Island. It’s an island about

I once was meeting with my mentor, Fil. I confessed to him that I was tired. “What kind of tired?”

Twelve years ago, I went out on a limb and bought a house without Lia even seeing it. Not advisable.

Hey World. You are probably not going to see this on most people’s instagrams and probably not ours either. We

 I’m in an airport on my phone so I am going to have to thumb this message to you. We

I have a friend who has a simple three point strategy to well living. Eat healthy. Sleep well. Make friends.

I started a secret society a few years back. I had always wanted to be in one and never had