Journal Entry... Santo Domingo Airport I'm sitting here in the airport attempting to drown out the cacophony that lives only in the souls and bursts forth through the mouths of Latinos. I love the boisterous sounds of the laughter and stories, but I have papers to grade, and listening to the Spanish while reading in English is too much for my exhausted brain to handle right now. So I am ignoring what I am compelled to explore. What I realize here in this moment is that I am addicted to the chaos. Anyone with a psychology degree would say it's pathological, and in a way that is true. For this reason I am drawn to the chaos that my dear love brings to my life. He's not perfect. He's irresponsible and reckless, and one day I may berate myself for this. But I also love him in a way that I cannot explain. I love the drama that he brings--the kind that I cannot seem to deliver for myself. He gives my life something that is pathological only to those who live in the sh...

I've received enough comments on Facebook asking about my whereabouts to make me realize that my online--and honestly, offline--presence in life has been slacking lately. Right now I feel like that guy who goes out on a great date, smiles as he talks, calls every night, and then suddenly becomes "busy". We all know that no one is *that* busy, so I won't insult your intelligence. It's just that...well...I haven't had much to say lately. This really hit home with me tonight as I sat down to work on my short story, "The Road to Macchu Picchu." I finally know how to wrap up the story, but when I sat down, the words just didn't seem to flow like they should. The same has been true of my running schedule. It's a slow adjustment. Suffice it to say that I am back in the States after spending the summer in the Dominican Republic. The highlight of the experience was a brief trip to the mountains where we went exploring and found a fantastic spot ne...