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A Look Back at Team 7 #3 (1994)

Disclaimer: This is my original work with details sourced from reading the comic book and doing personal research. Anyone who wants to use this article, in part or in whole, needs to secure first my permission and agree to cite me as the source and author. Let it be known that any unauthorized use of this article will constrain the author to pursue the remedies under R.A. No. 8293, the Revised Penal Code, and/or all applicable legal actions under the laws of the Philippines.

Welcome back superhero enthusiasts, 1990s arts and culture enthusiasts, Image Comics fans and comic book collectors! Today we go back to the year 1995 to take a close look at one of the many tales of the original WildStorm universe through one of the comic books of the first mini-series of Team 7.

For the newcomers reading this, Team 7 is set in the past within the original WildStorm universe. This is the special forces team that had major WildStorm heroes – Grifter (WildCATS: Covert Action Teams), Backlash, Jackson Dane (Wetworks), John Lynch (Gen13) and Michael Cray (Deathblow) – who were younger, were proficient with combat and gained special abilities as a result of a sinister move by their superiors. Issue #2 took place after the team got exposed to something they never anticipated and their superiors knew it.

With those details laid down, here is a look back at Team 7 #3, published in 1994 by Image Comics with a story written by Chuck Dixon and drawn by Aron Wiesenfeld. This is the 3rd chapter of a 4-issue mini-series.

Early story

Set in the 1970s, the surviving Team 7 members (already exposed to the chemical agent) are in the middle of a new mission somewhere in East Africa. Because their teammate Johnson abused his new power to manipulate a black general to kill himself against his own will, Cole Cash eliminates Johnson causing John Lynch to be outraged. Cash tells Lynch that Johnson lost himself completely. He also tells him to list Johnson as MIA (missing-in-action) and turn a blind eye as before.

Lynch points his gun at Cash’s head believing he is standing for the mission and rules. After Cash tells him that they are monsters and that the world is better off without them, Lynch relents and shoots the wall instead. The mission concludes and Team 7 goes home by helicopter.

As the ride goes on, John Lynch thinks very deeply about everything that happened since they got exposed to the chemical agent. He realizes that they were exposed to genetic altering elements and wonders if he and his teammates were nothing more than lab rats for International Operations (IO)…

Quality

If there is anything notable here apart from the continued dark and gritty tone, the plot really thickened clearly. At this stage, it is more obvious that the superiors have indeed something more sinister planned for Team 7 to endure. They know that the infected team members are closing ranks to protect itself which means they are ready for the so-called final test.

Along the way, John Lynch gradually realizes the evil of his superiors and being the field leader, he begins to analyze what is best for him and his teammates and which options to take knowing the betrayal from above. Quitting is simply not an option for Lynch and the pressure builds up as the story went on. Cole Cash here sees things very clearly and he easily became the pathfinder among Team 7 members. When he scolds his teammate Fairchild (father of Gen13’s Caitlin Fairchild) for abusing his power in a public place while off-duty, it is clear that Cash wants to keep the team together by means of keeping together while maintaining sanity.

As for Team 7 itself, there is something intriguing that awaits readers once they start their new mission here. I won’t spoil it and it has to be seen. Simply grab a copy of this comic book, read it and pay attention to the details. It’s strong stuff from the creative team.

Conclusion

Team 7 #3 (1994) has a lot of intrigue as the plot thickened. At this stage, it is clear that IO is really up to no good and Team 7 is symbolically their scientific and military experiment. Fortunately for the team, they have John Lynch and Cole Cash as the reasonable members who are able to cut through the noise and became aware of what IO has been executing. The stage is set for the concluding issue and this comic book is indeed a solid build-up and also an engaging WildStorm read.

Overall, Team 7 #3 (1994) is recommended.

+++++

Thank you for reading. If you find this article engaging, please click the like button below, share this article to others and also please consider making a donation to support my publishing. If you are looking for a copywriter to create content for your special project or business, check out my services and my portfolio. Feel free to contact me with a private message. Also please feel free to visit my Facebook page Author Carlo Carrasco and follow me on Twitter at  @CarloCarrascoPH as well as on Tumblr at https://carlocarrasco.tumblr.com/ and on Instagram at https://www.instagram.com/authorcarlocarrasco

A Look Back at Team 7 #3 (1994)

Disclaimer: This is my original work with details sourced from reading the comic book and doing personal research. Anyone who wants to use this article, in part or in whole, needs to secure first my permission and agree to cite me as the source and author. Let it be known that any unauthorized use of this article will constrain the author to pursue the remedies under R.A. No. 8293, the Revised Penal Code, and/or all applicable legal actions under the laws of the Philippines.

Welcome back superhero enthusiasts, 1990s arts and culture enthusiasts, Image Comics fans and comic book collectors! Today we go back to the year 1995 to take a close look at one of the many tales of the original WildStorm universe through one of the comic books of the first mini-series of Team 7.

For the newcomers reading this, Team 7 is set in the past within the original WildStorm universe. This is the special forces team that had major WildStorm heroes – Grifter (WildCATS: Covert Action Teams), Backlash, Jackson Dane (Wetworks), John Lynch (Gen13) and Michael Cray (Deathblow) – who were younger, were proficient with combat and gained special abilities as a result of a sinister move by their superiors. Issue #2 took place after the team got exposed to something they never anticipated and their superiors knew it.

With those details laid down, here is a look back at Team 7 #3, published in 1994 by Image Comics with a story written by Chuck Dixon and drawn by Aron Wiesenfeld. This is the 3rd chapter of a 4-issue mini-series.

Early story

Set in the 1970s, the surviving Team 7 members (already exposed to the chemical agent) are in the middle of a new mission somewhere in East Africa. Because their teammate Johnson abused his new power to manipulate a black general to kill himself against his own will, Cole Cash eliminates Johnson causing John Lynch to be outraged. Cash tells Lynch that Johnson lost himself completely. He also tells him to list Johnson as MIA (missing-in-action) and turn a blind eye as before.

Lynch points his gun at Cash’s head believing he is standing for the mission and rules. After Cash tells him that they are monsters and that the world is better off without them, Lynch relents and shoots the wall instead. The mission concludes and Team 7 goes home by helicopter.

As the ride goes on, John Lynch thinks very deeply about everything that happened since they got exposed to the chemical agent. He realizes that they were exposed to genetic altering elements and wonders if he and his teammates were nothing more than lab rats for International Operations (IO)…

Quality

If there is anything notable here apart from the continued dark and gritty tone, the plot really thickened clearly. At this stage, it is more obvious that the superiors have indeed something more sinister planned for Team 7 to endure. They know that the infected team members are closing ranks to protect itself which means they are ready for the so-called final test.

Along the way, John Lynch gradually realizes the evil of his superiors and being the field leader, he begins to analyze what is best for him and his teammates and which options to take knowing the betrayal from above. Quitting is simply not an option for Lynch and the pressure builds up as the story went on. Cole Cash here sees things very clearly and he easily became the pathfinder among Team 7 members. When he scolds his teammate Fairchild (father of Gen13’s Caitlin Fairchild) for abusing his power in a public place while off-duty, it is clear that Cash wants to keep the team together by means of keeping together while maintaining sanity.

As for Team 7 itself, there is something intriguing that awaits readers once they start their new mission here. I won’t spoil it and it has to be seen. Simply grab a copy of this comic book, read it and pay attention to the details. It’s strong stuff from the creative team.

Conclusion

Team 7 #3 (1994) has a lot of intrigue as the plot thickened. At this stage, it is clear that IO is really up to no good and Team 7 is symbolically their scientific and military experiment. Fortunately for the team, they have John Lynch and Cole Cash as the reasonable members who are able to cut through the noise and became aware of what IO has been executing. The stage is set for the concluding issue and this comic book is indeed a solid build-up and also an engaging WildStorm read.

Overall, Team 7 #3 (1994) is recommended.

+++++

Thank you for reading. If you find this article engaging, please click the like button below, share this article to others and also please consider making a donation to support my publishing. If you are looking for a copywriter to create content for your special project or business, check out my services and my portfolio. Feel free to contact me with a private message. Also please feel free to visit my Facebook page Author Carlo Carrasco and follow me on Twitter at  @CarloCarrascoPH as well as on Tumblr at https://carlocarrasco.tumblr.com/ and on Instagram at https://www.instagram.com/authorcarlocarrasco

A Look Back at Team 7 #3 (1994)

Disclaimer: This is my original work with details sourced from reading the comic book and doing personal research. Anyone who wants to use this article, in part or in whole, needs to secure first my permission and agree to cite me as the source and author. Let it be known that any unauthorized use of this article will constrain the author to pursue the remedies under R.A. No. 8293, the Revised Penal Code, and/or all applicable legal actions under the laws of the Philippines.

Welcome back superhero enthusiasts, 1990s arts and culture enthusiasts, Image Comics fans and comic book collectors! Today we go back to the year 1995 to take a close look at one of the many tales of the original WildStorm universe through one of the comic books of the first mini-series of Team 7.

For the newcomers reading this, Team 7 is set in the past within the original WildStorm universe. This is the special forces team that had major WildStorm heroes – Grifter (WildCATS: Covert Action Teams), Backlash, Jackson Dane (Wetworks), John Lynch (Gen13) and Michael Cray (Deathblow) – who were younger, were proficient with combat and gained special abilities as a result of a sinister move by their superiors. Issue #2 took place after the team got exposed to something they never anticipated and their superiors knew it.

With those details laid down, here is a look back at Team 7 #3, published in 1994 by Image Comics with a story written by Chuck Dixon and drawn by Aron Wiesenfeld. This is the 3rd chapter of a 4-issue mini-series.

Early story

Set in the 1970s, the surviving Team 7 members (already exposed to the chemical agent) are in the middle of a new mission somewhere in East Africa. Because their teammate Johnson abused his new power to manipulate a black general to kill himself against his own will, Cole Cash eliminates Johnson causing John Lynch to be outraged. Cash tells Lynch that Johnson lost himself completely. He also tells him to list Johnson as MIA (missing-in-action) and turn a blind eye as before.

Lynch points his gun at Cash’s head believing he is standing for the mission and rules. After Cash tells him that they are monsters and that the world is better off without them, Lynch relents and shoots the wall instead. The mission concludes and Team 7 goes home by helicopter.

As the ride goes on, John Lynch thinks very deeply about everything that happened since they got exposed to the chemical agent. He realizes that they were exposed to genetic altering elements and wonders if he and his teammates were nothing more than lab rats for International Operations (IO)…

Quality

If there is anything notable here apart from the continued dark and gritty tone, the plot really thickened clearly. At this stage, it is more obvious that the superiors have indeed something more sinister planned for Team 7 to endure. They know that the infected team members are closing ranks to protect itself which means they are ready for the so-called final test.

Along the way, John Lynch gradually realizes the evil of his superiors and being the field leader, he begins to analyze what is best for him and his teammates and which options to take knowing the betrayal from above. Quitting is simply not an option for Lynch and the pressure builds up as the story went on. Cole Cash here sees things very clearly and he easily became the pathfinder among Team 7 members. When he scolds his teammate Fairchild (father of Gen13’s Caitlin Fairchild) for abusing his power in a public place while off-duty, it is clear that Cash wants to keep the team together by means of keeping together while maintaining sanity.

As for Team 7 itself, there is something intriguing that awaits readers once they start their new mission here. I won’t spoil it and it has to be seen. Simply grab a copy of this comic book, read it and pay attention to the details. It’s strong stuff from the creative team.

Conclusion

Team 7 #3 (1994) has a lot of intrigue as the plot thickened. At this stage, it is clear that IO is really up to no good and Team 7 is symbolically their scientific and military experiment. Fortunately for the team, they have John Lynch and Cole Cash as the reasonable members who are able to cut through the noise and became aware of what IO has been executing. The stage is set for the concluding issue and this comic book is indeed a solid build-up and also an engaging WildStorm read.

Overall, Team 7 #3 (1994) is recommended.

+++++

Thank you for reading. If you find this article engaging, please click the like button below, share this article to others and also please consider making a donation to support my publishing. If you are looking for a copywriter to create content for your special project or business, check out my services and my portfolio. Feel free to contact me with a private message. Also please feel free to visit my Facebook page Author Carlo Carrasco and follow me on Twitter at  @CarloCarrascoPH as well as on Tumblr at https://carlocarrasco.tumblr.com/ and on Instagram at https://www.instagram.com/authorcarlocarrasco

A Look Back at Team 7 #3 (1994)

Disclaimer: This is my original work with details sourced from reading the comic book and doing personal research. Anyone who wants to use this article, in part or in whole, needs to secure first my permission and agree to cite me as the source and author. Let it be known that any unauthorized use of this article will constrain the author to pursue the remedies under R.A. No. 8293, the Revised Penal Code, and/or all applicable legal actions under the laws of the Philippines.

Welcome back superhero enthusiasts, 1990s arts and culture enthusiasts, Image Comics fans and comic book collectors! Today we go back to the year 1995 to take a close look at one of the many tales of the original WildStorm universe through one of the comic books of the first mini-series of Team 7.

For the newcomers reading this, Team 7 is set in the past within the original WildStorm universe. This is the special forces team that had major WildStorm heroes – Grifter (WildCATS: Covert Action Teams), Backlash, Jackson Dane (Wetworks), John Lynch (Gen13) and Michael Cray (Deathblow) – who were younger, were proficient with combat and gained special abilities as a result of a sinister move by their superiors. Issue #2 took place after the team got exposed to something they never anticipated and their superiors knew it.

With those details laid down, here is a look back at Team 7 #3, published in 1994 by Image Comics with a story written by Chuck Dixon and drawn by Aron Wiesenfeld. This is the 3rd chapter of a 4-issue mini-series.

Early story

Set in the 1970s, the surviving Team 7 members (already exposed to the chemical agent) are in the middle of a new mission somewhere in East Africa. Because their teammate Johnson abused his new power to manipulate a black general to kill himself against his own will, Cole Cash eliminates Johnson causing John Lynch to be outraged. Cash tells Lynch that Johnson lost himself completely. He also tells him to list Johnson as MIA (missing-in-action) and turn a blind eye as before.

Lynch points his gun at Cash’s head believing he is standing for the mission and rules. After Cash tells him that they are monsters and that the world is better off without them, Lynch relents and shoots the wall instead. The mission concludes and Team 7 goes home by helicopter.

As the ride goes on, John Lynch thinks very deeply about everything that happened since they got exposed to the chemical agent. He realizes that they were exposed to genetic altering elements and wonders if he and his teammates were nothing more than lab rats for International Operations (IO)…

Quality

If there is anything notable here apart from the continued dark and gritty tone, the plot really thickened clearly. At this stage, it is more obvious that the superiors have indeed something more sinister planned for Team 7 to endure. They know that the infected team members are closing ranks to protect itself which means they are ready for the so-called final test.

Along the way, John Lynch gradually realizes the evil of his superiors and being the field leader, he begins to analyze what is best for him and his teammates and which options to take knowing the betrayal from above. Quitting is simply not an option for Lynch and the pressure builds up as the story went on. Cole Cash here sees things very clearly and he easily became the pathfinder among Team 7 members. When he scolds his teammate Fairchild (father of Gen13’s Caitlin Fairchild) for abusing his power in a public place while off-duty, it is clear that Cash wants to keep the team together by means of keeping together while maintaining sanity.

As for Team 7 itself, there is something intriguing that awaits readers once they start their new mission here. I won’t spoil it and it has to be seen. Simply grab a copy of this comic book, read it and pay attention to the details. It’s strong stuff from the creative team.

Conclusion

Team 7 #3 (1994) has a lot of intrigue as the plot thickened. At this stage, it is clear that IO is really up to no good and Team 7 is symbolically their scientific and military experiment. Fortunately for the team, they have John Lynch and Cole Cash as the reasonable members who are able to cut through the noise and became aware of what IO has been executing. The stage is set for the concluding issue and this comic book is indeed a solid build-up and also an engaging WildStorm read.

Overall, Team 7 #3 (1994) is recommended.

+++++

Thank you for reading. If you find this article engaging, please click the like button below, share this article to others and also please consider making a donation to support my publishing. If you are looking for a copywriter to create content for your special project or business, check out my services and my portfolio. Feel free to contact me with a private message. Also please feel free to visit my Facebook page Author Carlo Carrasco and follow me on Twitter at  @CarloCarrascoPH as well as on Tumblr at https://carlocarrasco.tumblr.com/ and on Instagram at https://www.instagram.com/authorcarlocarrasco

Author Interview w/ Elizabeth Scozzari

https://sevenstorypublishing.wordpress.com/2026/05/28/author-interview-w-elizabeth-scozzari/

On practicing religion…

I believe angels protect me and my family.
I believe there is a presence bigger than what my eyes can see.
And honestly, there were moments in my life where faith was the only thing quietly holding me together.

Every place I go, I make sure to visit a church and silently pray.

Am I practicing religion?

I never really know how to answer that question in one sentence.

I was born into a family with two religions. My mother was Protestant. My father was Roman Catholic. Growing up, faith was present in different forms, different prayers, different traditions, and different ways of understanding God. Maybe that is why, somewhere along the way, I stopped trying to place God inside only one room.

To me, God is everywhere.

I talk to Him before I sleep at night.
I pray when I wake up in the morning before my feet even touch the floor.
I pray before leaving home.
I pray when I arrive safely after work.
Sometimes my prayers are long.
Sometimes they are only whispers made from exhaustion, gratitude, fear, or hope.

I believe angels protect me and my family.
I believe there is a presence bigger than what my eyes can see.
And honestly, there were moments in my life where faith was the only thing quietly holding me together.

So do I practice religion?

Maybe not in the way some people expect.

I am not the perfect churchgoer.
I do not memorize many verses.
I cannot debate theology.
There are seasons when work, distance, responsibilities, and life itself pull me away from routines people often associate with religious devotion.

But faith still follows me everywhere.

It sits beside me during long drives to work in Thailand.
It waits for me in silent condominiums far away from home.
It travels with me through airports, hotel rooms, unfamiliar cities, and lonely nights.
It exists in the simple relief of hearing my children’s voices after a difficult day.
It exists in surviving things I once thought would break me completely.

Maybe religion, at its core, is not only about buildings, labels, or traditions.
Maybe sometimes it is about returning to God repeatedly, even in imperfect ways.

I think many people carry quiet forms of faith like this.

The mother who whispers a prayer while her child is sleeping.
The exhausted worker who says “Please guide me” before entering the office.
The traveler who looks out of an airplane window and silently thanks God for another chance at life.
The lonely person who still chooses to believe that heaven has not forgotten them.

Not all faith is loud.

Some faith lives softly inside routines.
Inside survival.
Inside gratitude.
Inside ordinary mornings.

And maybe that still counts.

Maybe God listens even to the prayers spoken half-awake beneath dim bedroom lights.
Maybe He hears tired people too.
Maybe He was never asking for perfection in the first place.

Only sincerity.

And if that is true, then perhaps I have been practicing faith all along.

💖💖💖

On practicing religion…

I believe angels protect me and my family.
I believe there is a presence bigger than what my eyes can see.
And honestly, there were moments in my life where faith was the only thing quietly holding me together.

Every place I go, I make sure to visit a church and silently pray.

Am I practicing religion?

I never really know how to answer that question in one sentence.

I was born into a family with two religions. My mother was Protestant. My father was Roman Catholic. Growing up, faith was present in different forms, different prayers, different traditions, and different ways of understanding God. Maybe that is why, somewhere along the way, I stopped trying to place God inside only one room.

To me, God is everywhere.

I talk to Him before I sleep at night.
I pray when I wake up in the morning before my feet even touch the floor.
I pray before leaving home.
I pray when I arrive safely after work.
Sometimes my prayers are long.
Sometimes they are only whispers made from exhaustion, gratitude, fear, or hope.

I believe angels protect me and my family.
I believe there is a presence bigger than what my eyes can see.
And honestly, there were moments in my life where faith was the only thing quietly holding me together.

So do I practice religion?

Maybe not in the way some people expect.

I am not the perfect churchgoer.
I do not memorize many verses.
I cannot debate theology.
There are seasons when work, distance, responsibilities, and life itself pull me away from routines people often associate with religious devotion.

But faith still follows me everywhere.

It sits beside me during long drives to work in Thailand.
It waits for me in silent condominiums far away from home.
It travels with me through airports, hotel rooms, unfamiliar cities, and lonely nights.
It exists in the simple relief of hearing my children’s voices after a difficult day.
It exists in surviving things I once thought would break me completely.

Maybe religion, at its core, is not only about buildings, labels, or traditions.
Maybe sometimes it is about returning to God repeatedly, even in imperfect ways.

I think many people carry quiet forms of faith like this.

The mother who whispers a prayer while her child is sleeping.
The exhausted worker who says “Please guide me” before entering the office.
The traveler who looks out of an airplane window and silently thanks God for another chance at life.
The lonely person who still chooses to believe that heaven has not forgotten them.

Not all faith is loud.

Some faith lives softly inside routines.
Inside survival.
Inside gratitude.
Inside ordinary mornings.

And maybe that still counts.

Maybe God listens even to the prayers spoken half-awake beneath dim bedroom lights.
Maybe He hears tired people too.
Maybe He was never asking for perfection in the first place.

Only sincerity.

And if that is true, then perhaps I have been practicing faith all along.

💖💖💖

On practicing religion…

I believe angels protect me and my family.
I believe there is a presence bigger than what my eyes can see.
And honestly, there were moments in my life where faith was the only thing quietly holding me together.

Every place I go, I make sure to visit a church and silently pray.

Am I practicing religion?

I never really know how to answer that question in one sentence.

I was born into a family with two religions. My mother was Protestant. My father was Roman Catholic. Growing up, faith was present in different forms, different prayers, different traditions, and different ways of understanding God. Maybe that is why, somewhere along the way, I stopped trying to place God inside only one room.

To me, God is everywhere.

I talk to Him before I sleep at night.
I pray when I wake up in the morning before my feet even touch the floor.
I pray before leaving home.
I pray when I arrive safely after work.
Sometimes my prayers are long.
Sometimes they are only whispers made from exhaustion, gratitude, fear, or hope.

I believe angels protect me and my family.
I believe there is a presence bigger than what my eyes can see.
And honestly, there were moments in my life where faith was the only thing quietly holding me together.

So do I practice religion?

Maybe not in the way some people expect.

I am not the perfect churchgoer.
I do not memorize many verses.
I cannot debate theology.
There are seasons when work, distance, responsibilities, and life itself pull me away from routines people often associate with religious devotion.

But faith still follows me everywhere.

It sits beside me during long drives to work in Thailand.
It waits for me in silent condominiums far away from home.
It travels with me through airports, hotel rooms, unfamiliar cities, and lonely nights.
It exists in the simple relief of hearing my children’s voices after a difficult day.
It exists in surviving things I once thought would break me completely.

Maybe religion, at its core, is not only about buildings, labels, or traditions.
Maybe sometimes it is about returning to God repeatedly, even in imperfect ways.

I think many people carry quiet forms of faith like this.

The mother who whispers a prayer while her child is sleeping.
The exhausted worker who says “Please guide me” before entering the office.
The traveler who looks out of an airplane window and silently thanks God for another chance at life.
The lonely person who still chooses to believe that heaven has not forgotten them.

Not all faith is loud.

Some faith lives softly inside routines.
Inside survival.
Inside gratitude.
Inside ordinary mornings.

And maybe that still counts.

Maybe God listens even to the prayers spoken half-awake beneath dim bedroom lights.
Maybe He hears tired people too.
Maybe He was never asking for perfection in the first place.

Only sincerity.

And if that is true, then perhaps I have been practicing faith all along.

💖💖💖

On practicing religion…

I believe angels protect me and my family.
I believe there is a presence bigger than what my eyes can see.
And honestly, there were moments in my life where faith was the only thing quietly holding me together.

Every place I go, I make sure to visit a church and silently pray.

Am I practicing religion?

I never really know how to answer that question in one sentence.

I was born into a family with two religions. My mother was Protestant. My father was Roman Catholic. Growing up, faith was present in different forms, different prayers, different traditions, and different ways of understanding God. Maybe that is why, somewhere along the way, I stopped trying to place God inside only one room.

To me, God is everywhere.

I talk to Him before I sleep at night.
I pray when I wake up in the morning before my feet even touch the floor.
I pray before leaving home.
I pray when I arrive safely after work.
Sometimes my prayers are long.
Sometimes they are only whispers made from exhaustion, gratitude, fear, or hope.

I believe angels protect me and my family.
I believe there is a presence bigger than what my eyes can see.
And honestly, there were moments in my life where faith was the only thing quietly holding me together.

So do I practice religion?

Maybe not in the way some people expect.

I am not the perfect churchgoer.
I do not memorize many verses.
I cannot debate theology.
There are seasons when work, distance, responsibilities, and life itself pull me away from routines people often associate with religious devotion.

But faith still follows me everywhere.

It sits beside me during long drives to work in Thailand.
It waits for me in silent condominiums far away from home.
It travels with me through airports, hotel rooms, unfamiliar cities, and lonely nights.
It exists in the simple relief of hearing my children’s voices after a difficult day.
It exists in surviving things I once thought would break me completely.

Maybe religion, at its core, is not only about buildings, labels, or traditions.
Maybe sometimes it is about returning to God repeatedly, even in imperfect ways.

I think many people carry quiet forms of faith like this.

The mother who whispers a prayer while her child is sleeping.
The exhausted worker who says “Please guide me” before entering the office.
The traveler who looks out of an airplane window and silently thanks God for another chance at life.
The lonely person who still chooses to believe that heaven has not forgotten them.

Not all faith is loud.

Some faith lives softly inside routines.
Inside survival.
Inside gratitude.
Inside ordinary mornings.

And maybe that still counts.

Maybe God listens even to the prayers spoken half-awake beneath dim bedroom lights.
Maybe He hears tired people too.
Maybe He was never asking for perfection in the first place.

Only sincerity.

And if that is true, then perhaps I have been practicing faith all along.

💖💖💖

On practicing religion…

I believe angels protect me and my family.
I believe there is a presence bigger than what my eyes can see.
And honestly, there were moments in my life where faith was the only thing quietly holding me together.

Every place I go, I make sure to visit a church and silently pray.

Am I practicing religion?

I never really know how to answer that question in one sentence.

I was born into a family with two religions. My mother was Protestant. My father was Roman Catholic. Growing up, faith was present in different forms, different prayers, different traditions, and different ways of understanding God. Maybe that is why, somewhere along the way, I stopped trying to place God inside only one room.

To me, God is everywhere.

I talk to Him before I sleep at night.
I pray when I wake up in the morning before my feet even touch the floor.
I pray before leaving home.
I pray when I arrive safely after work.
Sometimes my prayers are long.
Sometimes they are only whispers made from exhaustion, gratitude, fear, or hope.

I believe angels protect me and my family.
I believe there is a presence bigger than what my eyes can see.
And honestly, there were moments in my life where faith was the only thing quietly holding me together.

So do I practice religion?

Maybe not in the way some people expect.

I am not the perfect churchgoer.
I do not memorize many verses.
I cannot debate theology.
There are seasons when work, distance, responsibilities, and life itself pull me away from routines people often associate with religious devotion.

But faith still follows me everywhere.

It sits beside me during long drives to work in Thailand.
It waits for me in silent condominiums far away from home.
It travels with me through airports, hotel rooms, unfamiliar cities, and lonely nights.
It exists in the simple relief of hearing my children’s voices after a difficult day.
It exists in surviving things I once thought would break me completely.

Maybe religion, at its core, is not only about buildings, labels, or traditions.
Maybe sometimes it is about returning to God repeatedly, even in imperfect ways.

I think many people carry quiet forms of faith like this.

The mother who whispers a prayer while her child is sleeping.
The exhausted worker who says “Please guide me” before entering the office.
The traveler who looks out of an airplane window and silently thanks God for another chance at life.
The lonely person who still chooses to believe that heaven has not forgotten them.

Not all faith is loud.

Some faith lives softly inside routines.
Inside survival.
Inside gratitude.
Inside ordinary mornings.

And maybe that still counts.

Maybe God listens even to the prayers spoken half-awake beneath dim bedroom lights.
Maybe He hears tired people too.
Maybe He was never asking for perfection in the first place.

Only sincerity.

And if that is true, then perhaps I have been practicing faith all along.

💖💖💖

Over the past 6–10 months or so (it’s hard to tell exactly), I got inspired by @veronica and built a static site using @11ty. Since I’m not a native speaker of web development, it was an uphill battle at times, but it was so rewarding in the end. I did need to make use of a community template as a framework, and I settled on Brewventy by @cyberseckyle. I am thankful to be able to stand on the shoulders of these giants. And, as is customary for a new blog owner, I had to write a blog post about it!

https://mathiaswright.gitlab.io/compendium/posts/how-i-made-this-website/

P.S. I’m still new to this “social media” thing, so I don’t know if it’s cool to @ random people on the internet (sorry).

#tech #webdev #website #blog #blogging #blogs #blogpost #writing #writingcommunity #gitlab #staticsite #11ty #eleventy

Over the past 6–10 months or so (it’s hard to tell exactly), I got inspired by @veronica and built a static site using @11ty. Since I’m not a native speaker of web development, it was an uphill battle at times, but it was so rewarding in the end. I did need to make use of a community template as a framework, and I settled on Brewventy by @cyberseckyle. I am thankful to be able to stand on the shoulders of these giants. And, as is customary for a new blog owner, I had to write a blog post about it!

https://mathiaswright.gitlab.io/compendium/posts/how-i-made-this-website/

P.S. I’m still new to this “social media” thing, so I don’t know if it’s cool to @ random people on the internet (sorry).

#tech #webdev #website #blog #blogging #blogs #blogpost #writing #writingcommunity #gitlab #staticsite #11ty #eleventy

Over the past 6–10 months or so (it’s hard to tell exactly), I got inspired by @veronica and built a static site using @11ty. Since I’m not a native speaker of web development, it was an uphill battle at times, but it was so rewarding in the end. I did need to make use of a community template as a framework, and I settled on Brewventy by @cyberseckyle. I am thankful to be able to stand on the shoulders of these giants. And, as is customary for a new blog owner, I had to write a blog post about it!

https://mathiaswright.gitlab.io/compendium/posts/how-i-made-this-website/

P.S. I’m still new to this “social media” thing, so I don’t know if it’s cool to @ random people on the internet (sorry).

#tech #webdev #website #blog #blogging #blogs #blogpost #writing #writingcommunity #gitlab #staticsite #11ty #eleventy

Over the past 6–10 months or so (it’s hard to tell exactly), I got inspired by @veronica and built a static site using @11ty. Since I’m not a native speaker of web development, it was an uphill battle at times, but it was so rewarding in the end. I did need to make use of a community template as a framework, and I settled on Brewventy by @cyberseckyle. I am thankful to be able to stand on the shoulders of these giants. And, as is customary for a new blog owner, I had to write a blog post about it!

https://mathiaswright.gitlab.io/compendium/posts/how-i-made-this-website/

P.S. I’m still new to this “social media” thing, so I don’t know if it’s cool to @ random people on the internet (sorry).

#tech #webdev #website #blog #blogging #blogs #blogpost #writing #writingcommunity #gitlab #staticsite #11ty #eleventy

Over the past 6–10 months or so (it’s hard to tell exactly), I got inspired by @veronica and built a static site using @11ty. Since I’m not a native speaker of web development, it was an uphill battle at times, but it was so rewarding in the end. I did need to make use of a community template as a framework, and I settled on Brewventy by @cyberseckyle. I am thankful to be able to stand on the shoulders of these giants. And, as is customary for a new blog owner, I had to write a blog post about it!

https://mathiaswright.gitlab.io/compendium/posts/how-i-made-this-website/

P.S. I’m still new to this “social media” thing, so I don’t know if it’s cool to @ random people on the internet (sorry).

#tech #webdev #website #blog #blogging #blogs #blogpost #writing #writingcommunity #gitlab #staticsite #11ty #eleventy

Judging By The Cover: Vol – 40

This is the series where we give you an abstract description of some of the most famous rock and metal album’s art! See the description below and try to see if you can figure out what we are describing… Let us know what it is in the comments!

Album Art Description

There is a mountain range in the middle of a black space.

Previous Weeks Answer

https://open.spotify.com/album/2Rwf2nPYZQ9aIe4QXACTC7?si=Y5wbx0TQSneYcEk5fO-OMg

All rights to the music in this post are retained by the recording artist. This site claims no rights over them.

Judging By The Cover: Vol – 40

This is the series where we give you an abstract description of some of the most famous rock and metal album’s art! See the description below and try to see if you can figure out what we are describing… Let us know what it is in the comments!

Album Art Description

There is a mountain range in the middle of a black space.

Previous Weeks Answer

https://open.spotify.com/album/2Rwf2nPYZQ9aIe4QXACTC7?si=Y5wbx0TQSneYcEk5fO-OMg

All rights to the music in this post are retained by the recording artist. This site claims no rights over them.

Judging By The Cover: Vol – 40

This is the series where we give you an abstract description of some of the most famous rock and metal album’s art! See the description below and try to see if you can figure out what we are describing… Let us know what it is in the comments!

Album Art Description

There is a mountain range in the middle of a black space.

Previous Weeks Answer

https://open.spotify.com/album/2Rwf2nPYZQ9aIe4QXACTC7?si=Y5wbx0TQSneYcEk5fO-OMg

All rights to the music in this post are retained by the recording artist. This site claims no rights over them.

Judging By The Cover: Vol – 40

This is the series where we give you an abstract description of some of the most famous rock and metal album’s art! See the description below and try to see if you can figure out what we are describing… Let us know what it is in the comments!

Album Art Description

There is a mountain range in the middle of a black space.

Previous Weeks Answer

https://open.spotify.com/album/2Rwf2nPYZQ9aIe4QXACTC7?si=Y5wbx0TQSneYcEk5fO-OMg

All rights to the music in this post are retained by the recording artist. This site claims no rights over them.

Judging By The Cover: Vol – 40

This is the series where we give you an abstract description of some of the most famous rock and metal album’s art! See the description below and try to see if you can figure out what we are describing… Let us know what it is in the comments!

Album Art Description

There is a mountain range in the middle of a black space.

Previous Weeks Answer

https://open.spotify.com/album/2Rwf2nPYZQ9aIe4QXACTC7?si=Y5wbx0TQSneYcEk5fO-OMg

All rights to the music in this post are retained by the recording artist. This site claims no rights over them.

I talked today about a few key concepts that have helped me manage my shell scripts, functions and aliases: namespacing, shebangs and symbolic links.

"As lightning talks go, this was a premium one", said one of the beer drinkers.

https://hamatti.org/posts/tame-your-pesky-little-scripts/

#shell #blogging #terminal #blog

I talked today about a few key concepts that have helped me manage my shell scripts, functions and aliases: namespacing, shebangs and symbolic links.

"As lightning talks go, this was a premium one", said one of the beer drinkers.

https://hamatti.org/posts/tame-your-pesky-little-scripts/

#shell #blogging #terminal #blog

I talked today about a few key concepts that have helped me manage my shell scripts, functions and aliases: namespacing, shebangs and symbolic links.

"As lightning talks go, this was a premium one", said one of the beer drinkers.

https://hamatti.org/posts/tame-your-pesky-little-scripts/

#shell #blogging #terminal #blog

I talked today about a few key concepts that have helped me manage my shell scripts, functions and aliases: namespacing, shebangs and symbolic links.

"As lightning talks go, this was a premium one", said one of the beer drinkers.

https://hamatti.org/posts/tame-your-pesky-little-scripts/

#shell #blogging #terminal #blog

I talked today about a few key concepts that have helped me manage my shell scripts, functions and aliases: namespacing, shebangs and symbolic links.

"As lightning talks go, this was a premium one", said one of the beer drinkers.

https://hamatti.org/posts/tame-your-pesky-little-scripts/

#shell #blogging #terminal #blog

RE: https://mastodon.world/@goodenough/116647377380792943

Hi there, friendly #Obsidian people. This might be useful for you. 🌿

#PKM #blogging #publishing #plugins #tools

Read my Poem “Sit Down” Published by the Mourning Paper

I recently had my poem “Sit Down” published by the Mourning Paper.

They are a gothic, dark literary magazine that releases a variety of work from various writers. They have lifestyle, literature, and poetry, which is where I factor into this equation.

The poem that was published was called “Sit Down” and it is most certainly a horror poem. It is about a little girl ghost who imprisons families at a dinner table inside the house she used to live in. Recently, I’ve been exploring the concept of ghosts and the dead having motivation for their hauntings. I have been trying to experiment with the human reasons these nonhuman entities might have. I just never liked the idea of ghosts being mindless or emotionless plot devices in media.

You can read “Sit Down” on the Mourning Paper right here.

As always, with these posts about publications I highly suggest you read the rest of the material this fine publication has to offer. I don’t want to just promote these places because they published me or support literary horror. Too many literary magazines like the Mourning Paper are undervalued, and I don’t want them to vanish into obscurity. As I submit my work to many different lit magazines I see them vanishing into nothingness fairly often.

So please explore and support the Mourning Paper here.

Thank you for reading my work and have an amazing day!

Read my Poem “Sit Down” Published by the Mourning Paper

I recently had my poem “Sit Down” published by the Mourning Paper.

They are a gothic, dark literary magazine that releases a variety of work from various writers. They have lifestyle, literature, and poetry, which is where I factor into this equation.

The poem that was published was called “Sit Down” and it is most certainly a horror poem. It is about a little girl ghost who imprisons families at a dinner table inside the house she used to live in. Recently, I’ve been exploring the concept of ghosts and the dead having motivation for their hauntings. I have been trying to experiment with the human reasons these nonhuman entities might have. I just never liked the idea of ghosts being mindless or emotionless plot devices in media.

You can read “Sit Down” on the Mourning Paper right here.

As always, with these posts about publications I highly suggest you read the rest of the material this fine publication has to offer. I don’t want to just promote these places because they published me or support literary horror. Too many literary magazines like the Mourning Paper are undervalued, and I don’t want them to vanish into obscurity. As I submit my work to many different lit magazines I see them vanishing into nothingness fairly often.

So please explore and support the Mourning Paper here.

Thank you for reading my work and have an amazing day!

Read my Poem “Sit Down” Published by the Mourning Paper

I recently had my poem “Sit Down” published by the Mourning Paper.

They are a gothic, dark literary magazine that releases a variety of work from various writers. They have lifestyle, literature, and poetry, which is where I factor into this equation.

The poem that was published was called “Sit Down” and it is most certainly a horror poem. It is about a little girl ghost who imprisons families at a dinner table inside the house she used to live in. Recently, I’ve been exploring the concept of ghosts and the dead having motivation for their hauntings. I have been trying to experiment with the human reasons these nonhuman entities might have. I just never liked the idea of ghosts being mindless or emotionless plot devices in media.

You can read “Sit Down” on the Mourning Paper right here.

As always, with these posts about publications I highly suggest you read the rest of the material this fine publication has to offer. I don’t want to just promote these places because they published me or support literary horror. Too many literary magazines like the Mourning Paper are undervalued, and I don’t want them to vanish into obscurity. As I submit my work to many different lit magazines I see them vanishing into nothingness fairly often.

So please explore and support the Mourning Paper here.

Thank you for reading my work and have an amazing day!

Read my Poem “Sit Down” Published by the Mourning Paper

I recently had my poem “Sit Down” published by the Mourning Paper.

They are a gothic, dark literary magazine that releases a variety of work from various writers. They have lifestyle, literature, and poetry, which is where I factor into this equation.

The poem that was published was called “Sit Down” and it is most certainly a horror poem. It is about a little girl ghost who imprisons families at a dinner table inside the house she used to live in. Recently, I’ve been exploring the concept of ghosts and the dead having motivation for their hauntings. I have been trying to experiment with the human reasons these nonhuman entities might have. I just never liked the idea of ghosts being mindless or emotionless plot devices in media.

You can read “Sit Down” on the Mourning Paper right here.

As always, with these posts about publications I highly suggest you read the rest of the material this fine publication has to offer. I don’t want to just promote these places because they published me or support literary horror. Too many literary magazines like the Mourning Paper are undervalued, and I don’t want them to vanish into obscurity. As I submit my work to many different lit magazines I see them vanishing into nothingness fairly often.

So please explore and support the Mourning Paper here.

Thank you for reading my work and have an amazing day!

A quick update to #BlogMore with a small accessibility improvement, and also a whole new set of data for the graph.

https://blog.davep.org/2026/05/27/blogmore-v2-31-0.html

#blog #blogging #writing #ssg #python #programming

The Life of the Steady Traveler

There are nights in foreign countries when the silence becomes louder than the traffic outside.

The dishes are washed.
The work clothes are folded for tomorrow.
The alarm is already set for another long day.

And yet sleep does not come easily.

Because somewhere across the ocean, your children are living ordinary moments without you.

A granddaughter is probably laughing at something small.
Someone is eating dinner.
Someone is asking how the day went.
Someone may even be missing you quietly too.

This is the part of working abroad that people rarely talk about.

They celebrate the strength.
They admire the independence.
They praise the courage of leaving home to build a better future.

But they do not always see the cost.

The birthdays attended through video calls.
The hugs postponed for another year.
The way homesickness arrives unexpectedly while walking through a grocery store, hearing a familiar song, or smelling food that reminds you of home.

And so, some people learn to survive through writing.

Not because they are lonely writers trying to sound poetic, but because words become the only place where they can hold everything at once.

The dreams.
The sacrifices.
The exhaustion.
The gratitude.
The guilt.
The hope.

For some people, blogs and social media are not just platforms for attention.

They are journals.

Digital suitcases carrying memories from airports, hotel rooms, factory floors, cafés, sleepless nights, and quiet victories no one else notices.

Every caption becomes evidence that the journey was real.

Every story becomes a conversation with the people they miss.

And every post quietly says:

“I am still here.
I am trying.
I am surviving this distance the best way I know how.”

Writing becomes a bridge between two lives.

One life belongs to responsibility.
The other belongs to the people waiting back home.

And somewhere in between stands a woman carrying both with steady hands.

She wakes up early for meetings.
She learns to live in unfamiliar places.
She keeps showing up professionally even when emotionally exhausted.
She smiles at people during the day while secretly counting how many months it has been since she last hugged her children.

Still, she continues.

Because love is sometimes not staying.

Sometimes love is leaving temporarily so the people you love can live more comfortably someday.

There is a particular kind of strength found in mothers who leave home not to escape their families, but to protect their future.

The world often sees overseas workers as practical people chasing opportunities.

But behind many of them are unfinished prayers, hidden tears, and screenshots of family photos saved in their phones for difficult days.

That is why writing matters.

Because some emotions cannot remain trapped inside the chest forever.

Some stories need air.

Some hearts need pages.

And maybe that is why strangers connect to honest writing.

Not because the words are perfect.

But because truth recognizes truth.

People can feel when a story was written by someone who has truly waited, sacrificed, traveled, loved, endured, and kept going anyway.

Perhaps one day, the distance will end.

Perhaps one day, there will be longer hugs, slower mornings, and fewer goodbyes at airports.

But until then, there will be writing.

A steady traveler documenting her journey across countries and emotions.

A woman building a life far from home while carrying home inside her everywhere she goes.

💖💖💖

The Life of the Steady Traveler

There are nights in foreign countries when the silence becomes louder than the traffic outside.

The dishes are washed.
The work clothes are folded for tomorrow.
The alarm is already set for another long day.

And yet sleep does not come easily.

Because somewhere across the ocean, your children are living ordinary moments without you.

A granddaughter is probably laughing at something small.
Someone is eating dinner.
Someone is asking how the day went.
Someone may even be missing you quietly too.

This is the part of working abroad that people rarely talk about.

They celebrate the strength.
They admire the independence.
They praise the courage of leaving home to build a better future.

But they do not always see the cost.

The birthdays attended through video calls.
The hugs postponed for another year.
The way homesickness arrives unexpectedly while walking through a grocery store, hearing a familiar song, or smelling food that reminds you of home.

And so, some people learn to survive through writing.

Not because they are lonely writers trying to sound poetic, but because words become the only place where they can hold everything at once.

The dreams.
The sacrifices.
The exhaustion.
The gratitude.
The guilt.
The hope.

For some people, blogs and social media are not just platforms for attention.

They are journals.

Digital suitcases carrying memories from airports, hotel rooms, factory floors, cafés, sleepless nights, and quiet victories no one else notices.

Every caption becomes evidence that the journey was real.

Every story becomes a conversation with the people they miss.

And every post quietly says:

“I am still here.
I am trying.
I am surviving this distance the best way I know how.”

Writing becomes a bridge between two lives.

One life belongs to responsibility.
The other belongs to the people waiting back home.

And somewhere in between stands a woman carrying both with steady hands.

She wakes up early for meetings.
She learns to live in unfamiliar places.
She keeps showing up professionally even when emotionally exhausted.
She smiles at people during the day while secretly counting how many months it has been since she last hugged her children.

Still, she continues.

Because love is sometimes not staying.

Sometimes love is leaving temporarily so the people you love can live more comfortably someday.

There is a particular kind of strength found in mothers who leave home not to escape their families, but to protect their future.

The world often sees overseas workers as practical people chasing opportunities.

But behind many of them are unfinished prayers, hidden tears, and screenshots of family photos saved in their phones for difficult days.

That is why writing matters.

Because some emotions cannot remain trapped inside the chest forever.

Some stories need air.

Some hearts need pages.

And maybe that is why strangers connect to honest writing.

Not because the words are perfect.

But because truth recognizes truth.

People can feel when a story was written by someone who has truly waited, sacrificed, traveled, loved, endured, and kept going anyway.

Perhaps one day, the distance will end.

Perhaps one day, there will be longer hugs, slower mornings, and fewer goodbyes at airports.

But until then, there will be writing.

A steady traveler documenting her journey across countries and emotions.

A woman building a life far from home while carrying home inside her everywhere she goes.

💖💖💖

The Life of the Steady Traveler

There are nights in foreign countries when the silence becomes louder than the traffic outside.

The dishes are washed.
The work clothes are folded for tomorrow.
The alarm is already set for another long day.

And yet sleep does not come easily.

Because somewhere across the ocean, your children are living ordinary moments without you.

A granddaughter is probably laughing at something small.
Someone is eating dinner.
Someone is asking how the day went.
Someone may even be missing you quietly too.

This is the part of working abroad that people rarely talk about.

They celebrate the strength.
They admire the independence.
They praise the courage of leaving home to build a better future.

But they do not always see the cost.

The birthdays attended through video calls.
The hugs postponed for another year.
The way homesickness arrives unexpectedly while walking through a grocery store, hearing a familiar song, or smelling food that reminds you of home.

And so, some people learn to survive through writing.

Not because they are lonely writers trying to sound poetic, but because words become the only place where they can hold everything at once.

The dreams.
The sacrifices.
The exhaustion.
The gratitude.
The guilt.
The hope.

For some people, blogs and social media are not just platforms for attention.

They are journals.

Digital suitcases carrying memories from airports, hotel rooms, factory floors, cafés, sleepless nights, and quiet victories no one else notices.

Every caption becomes evidence that the journey was real.

Every story becomes a conversation with the people they miss.

And every post quietly says:

“I am still here.
I am trying.
I am surviving this distance the best way I know how.”

Writing becomes a bridge between two lives.

One life belongs to responsibility.
The other belongs to the people waiting back home.

And somewhere in between stands a woman carrying both with steady hands.

She wakes up early for meetings.
She learns to live in unfamiliar places.
She keeps showing up professionally even when emotionally exhausted.
She smiles at people during the day while secretly counting how many months it has been since she last hugged her children.

Still, she continues.

Because love is sometimes not staying.

Sometimes love is leaving temporarily so the people you love can live more comfortably someday.

There is a particular kind of strength found in mothers who leave home not to escape their families, but to protect their future.

The world often sees overseas workers as practical people chasing opportunities.

But behind many of them are unfinished prayers, hidden tears, and screenshots of family photos saved in their phones for difficult days.

That is why writing matters.

Because some emotions cannot remain trapped inside the chest forever.

Some stories need air.

Some hearts need pages.

And maybe that is why strangers connect to honest writing.

Not because the words are perfect.

But because truth recognizes truth.

People can feel when a story was written by someone who has truly waited, sacrificed, traveled, loved, endured, and kept going anyway.

Perhaps one day, the distance will end.

Perhaps one day, there will be longer hugs, slower mornings, and fewer goodbyes at airports.

But until then, there will be writing.

A steady traveler documenting her journey across countries and emotions.

A woman building a life far from home while carrying home inside her everywhere she goes.

💖💖💖

The Life of the Steady Traveler

There are nights in foreign countries when the silence becomes louder than the traffic outside.

The dishes are washed.
The work clothes are folded for tomorrow.
The alarm is already set for another long day.

And yet sleep does not come easily.

Because somewhere across the ocean, your children are living ordinary moments without you.

A granddaughter is probably laughing at something small.
Someone is eating dinner.
Someone is asking how the day went.
Someone may even be missing you quietly too.

This is the part of working abroad that people rarely talk about.

They celebrate the strength.
They admire the independence.
They praise the courage of leaving home to build a better future.

But they do not always see the cost.

The birthdays attended through video calls.
The hugs postponed for another year.
The way homesickness arrives unexpectedly while walking through a grocery store, hearing a familiar song, or smelling food that reminds you of home.

And so, some people learn to survive through writing.

Not because they are lonely writers trying to sound poetic, but because words become the only place where they can hold everything at once.

The dreams.
The sacrifices.
The exhaustion.
The gratitude.
The guilt.
The hope.

For some people, blogs and social media are not just platforms for attention.

They are journals.

Digital suitcases carrying memories from airports, hotel rooms, factory floors, cafés, sleepless nights, and quiet victories no one else notices.

Every caption becomes evidence that the journey was real.

Every story becomes a conversation with the people they miss.

And every post quietly says:

“I am still here.
I am trying.
I am surviving this distance the best way I know how.”

Writing becomes a bridge between two lives.

One life belongs to responsibility.
The other belongs to the people waiting back home.

And somewhere in between stands a woman carrying both with steady hands.

She wakes up early for meetings.
She learns to live in unfamiliar places.
She keeps showing up professionally even when emotionally exhausted.
She smiles at people during the day while secretly counting how many months it has been since she last hugged her children.

Still, she continues.

Because love is sometimes not staying.

Sometimes love is leaving temporarily so the people you love can live more comfortably someday.

There is a particular kind of strength found in mothers who leave home not to escape their families, but to protect their future.

The world often sees overseas workers as practical people chasing opportunities.

But behind many of them are unfinished prayers, hidden tears, and screenshots of family photos saved in their phones for difficult days.

That is why writing matters.

Because some emotions cannot remain trapped inside the chest forever.

Some stories need air.

Some hearts need pages.

And maybe that is why strangers connect to honest writing.

Not because the words are perfect.

But because truth recognizes truth.

People can feel when a story was written by someone who has truly waited, sacrificed, traveled, loved, endured, and kept going anyway.

Perhaps one day, the distance will end.

Perhaps one day, there will be longer hugs, slower mornings, and fewer goodbyes at airports.

But until then, there will be writing.

A steady traveler documenting her journey across countries and emotions.

A woman building a life far from home while carrying home inside her everywhere she goes.

💖💖💖

The Life of the Steady Traveler

There are nights in foreign countries when the silence becomes louder than the traffic outside.

The dishes are washed.
The work clothes are folded for tomorrow.
The alarm is already set for another long day.

And yet sleep does not come easily.

Because somewhere across the ocean, your children are living ordinary moments without you.

A granddaughter is probably laughing at something small.
Someone is eating dinner.
Someone is asking how the day went.
Someone may even be missing you quietly too.

This is the part of working abroad that people rarely talk about.

They celebrate the strength.
They admire the independence.
They praise the courage of leaving home to build a better future.

But they do not always see the cost.

The birthdays attended through video calls.
The hugs postponed for another year.
The way homesickness arrives unexpectedly while walking through a grocery store, hearing a familiar song, or smelling food that reminds you of home.

And so, some people learn to survive through writing.

Not because they are lonely writers trying to sound poetic, but because words become the only place where they can hold everything at once.

The dreams.
The sacrifices.
The exhaustion.
The gratitude.
The guilt.
The hope.

For some people, blogs and social media are not just platforms for attention.

They are journals.

Digital suitcases carrying memories from airports, hotel rooms, factory floors, cafés, sleepless nights, and quiet victories no one else notices.

Every caption becomes evidence that the journey was real.

Every story becomes a conversation with the people they miss.

And every post quietly says:

“I am still here.
I am trying.
I am surviving this distance the best way I know how.”

Writing becomes a bridge between two lives.

One life belongs to responsibility.
The other belongs to the people waiting back home.

And somewhere in between stands a woman carrying both with steady hands.

She wakes up early for meetings.
She learns to live in unfamiliar places.
She keeps showing up professionally even when emotionally exhausted.
She smiles at people during the day while secretly counting how many months it has been since she last hugged her children.

Still, she continues.

Because love is sometimes not staying.

Sometimes love is leaving temporarily so the people you love can live more comfortably someday.

There is a particular kind of strength found in mothers who leave home not to escape their families, but to protect their future.

The world often sees overseas workers as practical people chasing opportunities.

But behind many of them are unfinished prayers, hidden tears, and screenshots of family photos saved in their phones for difficult days.

That is why writing matters.

Because some emotions cannot remain trapped inside the chest forever.

Some stories need air.

Some hearts need pages.

And maybe that is why strangers connect to honest writing.

Not because the words are perfect.

But because truth recognizes truth.

People can feel when a story was written by someone who has truly waited, sacrificed, traveled, loved, endured, and kept going anyway.

Perhaps one day, the distance will end.

Perhaps one day, there will be longer hugs, slower mornings, and fewer goodbyes at airports.

But until then, there will be writing.

A steady traveler documenting her journey across countries and emotions.

A woman building a life far from home while carrying home inside her everywhere she goes.

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#BurgeonLab #WeekNotes 028 is a bit late (again)

2026: Week 21/52 (May 18 – May 24)

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#BurgeonLab #WeekNotes 028 is a bit late (again)

2026: Week 21/52 (May 18 – May 24)

➡️ https://burgeonlab.com/weeknotes/2026/w21/

In this weeknote I talk a bit about #pokemonCards #wordpress #wp #cms #ssg #markdown #activitypub

This is post 47 of #100DaysToOffload
📈 https://burgeonlab.com/tags/100daystooffload/

#blogging #blogs #smallweb #indieweb #weeknote #personalBlog #weeklynote #linkdump #blog

#BurgeonLab #WeekNotes 028 is a bit late (again)

2026: Week 21/52 (May 18 – May 24)

➡️ https://burgeonlab.com/weeknotes/2026/w21/

In this weeknote I talk a bit about #pokemonCards #wordpress #wp #cms #ssg #markdown #activitypub

This is post 47 of #100DaysToOffload
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#blogging #blogs #smallweb #indieweb #weeknote #personalBlog #weeklynote #linkdump #blog

#BurgeonLab #WeekNotes 028 is a bit late (again)

2026: Week 21/52 (May 18 – May 24)

➡️ https://burgeonlab.com/weeknotes/2026/w21/

In this weeknote I talk a bit about #pokemonCards #wordpress #wp #cms #ssg #markdown #activitypub

This is post 47 of #100DaysToOffload
📈 https://burgeonlab.com/tags/100daystooffload/

#blogging #blogs #smallweb #indieweb #weeknote #personalBlog #weeklynote #linkdump #blog

#BurgeonLab #WeekNotes 028 is a bit late (again)

2026: Week 21/52 (May 18 – May 24)

➡️ https://burgeonlab.com/weeknotes/2026/w21/

In this weeknote I talk a bit about #pokemonCards #wordpress #wp #cms #ssg #markdown #activitypub

This is post 47 of #100DaysToOffload
📈 https://burgeonlab.com/tags/100daystooffload/

#blogging #blogs #smallweb #indieweb #weeknote #personalBlog #weeklynote #linkdump #blog

New Rock Roundup Vol 51

This is our brand new weekly feature (Normally) on a Monday! The New Rock Roundup will rank the latest releases spanning across the world of rock music. With entries from rock, metal, metalcore, punk, pop punk, alternative and indie!

There will be a brief explanation about why I (Fox) enjoy the song in question from each category before I rank them at the end in terms of my own preference. I would love to hear your own person ranking as well as why you agree with or disagree with my comments.

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New Rock Roundup

Rock

President – Doom Loop.

President will not be a band for everyone, but the Busted-Esque vocals that are electronically distorted, massive riffs and breakdowns just do it for me! Give it a go you might be pleasantly surprised.

https://open.spotify.com/track/6vmfzJFnhzguSGAYqcrHxT?si=2f23f9e841a04e12

Metal

Warkings – Live Is Life.

This is a really fun cover of the Opus song! It’s got that really upbeat power metal vibe to it that I think you’re going to love on a warm Tuesday.

https://open.spotify.com/track/322aTD4IBPtYDyB8nwGZ0a?si=edd24823019c449f

Metalcore

Lucidrae – Stab My Heart.

Wow this female vocalist is super talented! Amongst massive chugging riffs and a heavy song in general. The harsh vocals only come in towards the end but provide that little bit of contrast the song deserves.

https://open.spotify.com/track/2SuV6iqy27Zt1u7ABtIdB7?si=162ae25e7ed049c4

Punk

Ratsalad – FIIDC.

F*ck it I dont care. That is what the song stands for , but man I do care! This band are rapidly becoming a bit of an obsession of mine. A cracking showcase of instrumentation and deliciously punky vocals.

https://open.spotify.com/track/5Vv0LELrtakwgWTKuq4TbI?si=32cadef05c634269

Pop Punk

Lake Drive – Cherry Colored Sweater.

This is bound to make your summer vibes. Fill up an ice cooler, add beer and friends. Bliss!

https://open.spotify.com/track/7ip8qD2zP5NDzWkdgQadpj?si=a14f4d8d1fe94d4d

Alternative

Big Fright – Supersonic Milk.

This song has a really weird edge, and a hook that doesnt play it safe even remotely! A jangly guitar riff too that I am a fan of!

https://open.spotify.com/track/1pfPSR2eaLLUggnGLXImeh?si=9231f7fe600a4113

Indie

CQ Wrestling – Innocence.

If you like your indie on the melodic and tight side then this is for you! A earworm of a chorus too doesn’t half stay with you all week.

https://open.spotify.com/track/2tfMiGUJGocepRjFvg8qOt?si=52974f2eeabf4215

Fox’s Ranking

1st Place: Ratsalad

2nd Place: Lucidrae

3rd Place: CQ Wrestling

4th Place: Big Fright

5th Place: Lake Drive

6th Place: President

7th Place: Warkings

https://open.spotify.com/playlist/2XNSN4wu2Zvhh19VzWdjfH?si=ec9729e89d1b4b00

Let us know if you agree with the ranking and the comments about each song!

All rights to the songs in this post are retained by the recording artist. This site claims no rights over them.

Weathering the Storm: Memorial Day Memories and Growth

https://folsommillstudio.com/2026/05/26/weathering-the-storm-memorial-day-memories-and-growth/

Weathering the Storm: Memorial Day Memories and Growth

https://folsommillstudio.com/2026/05/26/weathering-the-storm-memorial-day-memories-and-growth/

Weathering the Storm: Memorial Day Memories and Growth

https://folsommillstudio.com/2026/05/26/weathering-the-storm-memorial-day-memories-and-growth/

Weathering the Storm: Memorial Day Memories and Growth

https://folsommillstudio.com/2026/05/26/weathering-the-storm-memorial-day-memories-and-growth/

Weathering the Storm: Memorial Day Memories and Growth

https://folsommillstudio.com/2026/05/26/weathering-the-storm-memorial-day-memories-and-growth/