How a Guitar Brought Me Back

How a guitar brought me back from years of silence, addiction, and loss. A personal essay on music as a lifeline and finding my voice again.

How a guitar brought me back from years of silence, addiction, and loss. A personal essay on music as a lifeline and finding my voice again.

Was Jesus a Republican? The Gospels don't cooperate. A hard look at faith, greed, and why the man they keep trying to claim won't fit in anyone's party.

A warm, inspirational cover image featuring a sunrise reflected on a tranquil lake with a steaming coffee mug, journal, and reading glasses resting on a rustic wooden table. Bold typography highlights the title "5 Simple Overlooked Ways to Be Happier," emphasizing practical daily habits that quietly improve well-being, gratitude, and inner peace. Created for the Life Indiscreet series on intentional living, personal growth, and finding meaning in everyday moments.

Nobody hands you a manual for being human. These are the five rules I earned the slow way, through therapy, quiet mornings, and years of carrying things that were never mine to carry. The list I wish someone had given me twenty years ago.

Why My Weeks Keep Getting Shorter The ending of another week. As you get older, weeks seem to get shorter. Time doesn’t actually speed up, but it certainly feels like it does. Monday arrives, Friday shows up before you know…

Every stranger you pass is carrying a story you'll never fully know. A chance encounter at a red light becomes a quiet reminder that empathy begins when we stop seeing people as labels and start seeing them as human beings.

When faith becomes power, maybe it is time to check the fruit. My days are generally spent working, spending time with my wife, watching television, talking about our someday dream home, carrying on with my dog, and playing my guitar.…

No one is coming to save you. The morning a repossessed car and a dying mother-in-law forced me to stop waiting for a rescue that was never coming.

I don't remember every detail of my childhood. But I remember the closet. I remember the darkness. And I remember the questions a frightened little boy asked himself while the world carried on outside the door.

Sitting in a quiet room with an old acoustic guitar in my hands, I found myself facing a question I never thought I'd ask: What do you do when the thing that brings you comfort is also the thing that could help pay the bills? Six Strings and the Wolves is a reflection on divorce, addiction, failure, debt, redemption, and the long road back from losing almost everything. It's about the dreams we chase, the scars we carry, and the unlikely companions that help keep the wolves at bay when life refuses to go according to plan.