Restaurant Writing

    When I was still young, I came to the conclusion that the mind is insatiable. I've chased people and ideas only to watch them remain a safe distance ahead, or away. I see it in others, too. Society tries to distinguish people by race, money, and intelligence, but it doesn't realize we are all surviving on the same things: oxygen, love, and acceptance. Trying, anyway.

    The kids of my generation face problems that no other era before us has. My grandpa never told me a sad tale about the day his first Xbox 360 illuminated the blazing red ring of death. My grandma never sat me down and asked, "Have I told you about the time one of my supposed friends hacked my MySpace and deleted all my pictures and comments?"

    When my mom's dad was my age, he enlisted in the Navy and deployed to fight World War II. When my mom's mom was my age, she had been out of school for five years already; working to take care of her mom, while simultaneously avoiding nightly attacks from her abusive father.
It was a different time.