Dennis R. Berry, Writer/Editor

There are many types of freedom, really. We each have our own definitions of what makes one free. My kinda freedom means many things, but mostly the ability to think for myself, to make my own decisions, and live my life however I happen to see fit. For me, freedom was a far-reaching journey, and honestly, I’m still not completely there yet (will I ever be? Who knows). For me, freedom means no longer having to live under the thumb of someone who really doesn’t care whether I exist or not. Freedom means being my own person and being able to choose what I want to do with my life, no matter what that may be. But as I said, that freedom wasn’t easy. Well, on one hand it was easy. When you’re over something, it’s easy to stop doing it. On the other hand, some things are an uphill battle, regardless of how necessary they are. Yes, I’m talking about the “Big D”..divorce. Anyone who has been divorced knows how strained things can be during the process. Afterward there is usually a sense of rel...

Sometimes life loves to throw in a little plot twist. Sometimes, it likes to throw in more than one. And sometimes, it just throws a whole bunch of crap at you all at once, expects you to deal with it all, and somehow stay sane in the process. That’s where I’ve been lately. There has been so much. So very much. Some days I’m not sure if I’ll be in a straight jacket by the time the day ends. Somehow, miraculously, I’ve made it so far. But, I digress. The past month-ish has been insane for me. First I was sick. Remember that stupid zombie ebola virus from one of my earlier posts? Yeah, that one. Then, there was the stomach virus (are you sensing a pattern yet?) Then? Yeah, then. Then, there was a flood. Holy crap, Noah. What are you doing, already? I got a call at work from the property manager: “You have about 30 minutes to come secure your stuff. The cops are coming to evacuate everyone.” Ughs! I thought, finally, that the universe may be finished messing with me. Oh, no. No, ...