While this is a rather outdated premise, I have always enjoyed sharing some of my hobbies, joys, current interests with people. It’s a selfish endeavor in which I’ve partaken throughout my life. Sharing something great is always a good feeling, especially when the person with whom you shared the interest partakes and enjoys it as well.
Beyond the cliché of life’s inevitable nuances, (taxes, sickness, death, etc), sits other inevitable qualities that every person will eventually have to commit to acceptance. Without that acceptance, every person will be forced to wade into a non-existent oblivion for an endless amount of time.
It is ancient times, and you are the overseer of a small village of people that have next to nothing to their name. It is your job throughout the game to strategically place your game pieces in different areas on the board with the hopes of advancing your village and scoring the most victory points.
I have wanted a child for several years now. The strong pull of paternal feelings have tugged at my inner self for the last few years, and I realized I was ready to become a father. Unbeknownst to me, that pull would reveal itself in such a strange and powerful way.
Covid-19 and the subsequent quarantine has brought us together in a way unprecedented in recent years. Board games have become a large part of my growing family.
This is for all of the mothers out there during this time of major uncertainty. While we should love, respect, and adore our mothers every single day, it is important to take one day out of a year and honor all of them with the utmost care.
I don’t understand grief. The complicated mess of grief is far too extensive and complicated for my tiny mind to comprehend. Sadness is a common emotion I feel. Happiness is another. In fact, I often find myself going through the entire rainbow of emotions within a single hour, a myriad of thoughts and ideas plaguing those emotions. Very rarely do I feel grief.