I've moved to Substack. Let me explain for a bit before I say goodbye and thanks.

We'll meet again in the New York from the books I never returned, racing to see who gets the rice first, like always.

I wanted to write about you in happier circumstances. Now I can't believe I'm actually writing this. Let this be my farewell to you.

I felt the weight of my responsibilities on my shoulders, and it wasn’t light. However, it was something I loved dearly. I loved it greatly.

Hello, friends! It's ya boi... Ok I get it. I seriously feel like adulthood is clutching me by the ankle even though I should've been...

Hello to all my technicolored friends and readers! It's ya boi Tony here. ✧・ﾟ: * ✨ Welcome, welcome to all the new readers, and welcome...

May 26, 2011. Exactly one year ago, I was chosen. For others, it may have been a simple past-time, something to keep them preoccupied. It...

Words When I was in sixth grade, my father once chided me into submitting an article for the neighborhood paper. I was young and...

I don't think I'll ever get tired of telling people my origin story, of how I was called, and how God delegated this task to me...

This also goes out to all the young ladies who think are losing their way to young adulthood and might need a little push back on track.

Dear Youth Ministry, I am not a perfect youth minister. In fact, I am not the kind of youth minister I would want for you, but...

Hello. I want you to know that I've been writing. Again. After two years of lying dead in some writers' limbo.