I realized recently I've spent so much time worrying about updating this blog with enough stories and poems to keep this blog fresh that I haven't thought to update people about my life. What good is having a blog if you can't put every thought out on the internet and pretend that the people who … Continue reading Living Life Intentionally
Author: aarongoggans
Chapter 3
Saul was something else. I didn’t know him well. Then again no one knew him. So I suppose I knew him more than anyone. Never understood him though. He was remarkably simple. He didn’t like where he was, so he ran. Easy. He was running from himself. Easy. He was running towards himself. Complicated. I’m … Continue reading Chapter 3
Chapter 2
It has been quite a long time since I saw him; maybe six or seven years ago. I was a different person back then…we were different back then. We were young and full of excitement. The world was our oyster so to speak. We had both just arrived in New York and were ready to … Continue reading Chapter 2
Chapter One
My son, Saul, was the pride of the family. He was the not quite the son everyone wanted, but the son that you would be proud to have. He was an extraordinary boy, as all of my children were then. He was bright, kind, gentle and incredibly introspective. When he was younger he never talked, … Continue reading Chapter One
Prologue
I have a story to write. Well, I suppose it is not story per se. Seeing as how it neither started nor ended and chronology doesn’t much matter not to mention that there isn’t any plot and I’m only writing my own thoughts on this page and every other page is from someone else. I … Continue reading Prologue
Strength In Pain
It’s two in the afternoon when I hear the banging. The loud clash of flesh pounding on metal underscores the tension that permeates the hallways. Each strike adds to the feeling that the academic veneer that has been crumpling off the walls for weeks is about to explode. I’m used to noise by now, though. … Continue reading Strength In Pain
Bald Headed World
Over the years she stopped combing everything. It started when they told her she couldn't go to Daughters Of The American Revolution luncheon. She just stopped trying to comb through their hate to find kernels of respect. She let the tendrils of their fuming hate cool down in her calm aura and coalesce into greasy … Continue reading Bald Headed World
There’s Something Wrong With Eleanor
Eleanor Bisbee-Downs was a quiet girl. She had a sort of bookish quality that maxim magazine has successfully turned into a hint of barely repressed sexual energy. She was of an unusually pale complexion for her race which history and FHM had told the men in her life comes from sexual frustration. As Jane Austen … Continue reading There’s Something Wrong With Eleanor
Food For Thought
"Male progressives always see themselves as brothers, “bravely” joining together to rise up and overthrow the rule of their father. We should combat “male supremacy” itself, not merely “patriarchy.”" I like this quote even if I'm not sure I agree. It is in this article: http://thoughtcatalog.com/2013/how-two-young-feminists-are-using-radical-feminism-to-pave-a-new-way-forward/ This is why I will no longer call my … Continue reading Food For Thought
Depth and OkCupid
Their love affair was typical of their generation. He professed his love often with statements like "never forget, I love you madly" while she silently suffered his facial hair experiments; cataloging them for the opening scene of a Judd Aptow movie that would never be filmed. She couldn't remember whether he was from Texas or … Continue reading Depth and OkCupid
The Well Examined Life 