Fallout: A Game That Saved My Life

A weekend trip to a Fallout gathering in Goodsprings, Nevada turned into a reminder of why the game has been my refuge, my metaphor, and sometimes my lifeline.

Reflections from the Opera

A quiet afternoon at the opera turns into a reflection on grief, rumination, and the long shadow of regret. Sometimes, healing looks less like triumph and more like showing up for yourself one small outing at a time.

It’s a favorite time of year here in the wasteland: Halloween.

It’s Halloween in the wasteland, and mischief is back on the menu. Between Fallout events, mental health reflections, and a quick trip to the Nevada border, I’m reminded that sometimes the safest bet isn’t on a slot machine — it’s on showing up for yourself.

Forgiveness?

Anyone remember those old inspirational posters that used to hang in offices? You know the ones — a soaring eagle with the word Perseverance slapped underneath, or a mountain peak promising Excellence. These days, they’ve mostly been replaced by internet memes your friends text you when they think you need a pick-me-up. And honestly, there’s …

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