Irish, Japanese, and Rye Time, y’all!

All the Scotch that’s fit to drink- or at least the bottles I own.

A poem.

It’s comforting, it’s nostalgic now, and it’s American forever.

Seeing as I can still taste and smell, I can certainly continue the blog series about all the liquor I’ve squirreled away in my apartment. It’s a precious resource!

A first look into the home bar of Justin X. M. Corriss, beginning with GIN!

We’re changing, we’re learning, developing new tastes and foregoing old ones.

A commitment to life instead of survival.

Oh boy, writing about writing. Writing about MY writing. Writing about MY writing ideas…

In which Justin Corriss explains that not everything makes the final cut, and finds out why!