About The Author

My Name Is Nicholas -

I asked my mother if my father was ever considered when choosing my name.

She said, absolutely not.

As a Greek, I don’t believe my mother realizes she wasn’t considered either.

In our culture, the first male child is typically always named Nicholas.

It’s because, we are to be

The leaders.

The listeners.

The lenders.

The legacy…

My grandmother has even, from time to time, called me a saint.

We’re strong.

We’re brooding.

We’re dripping with wit.

We’re hyper-vigilant.

You know us, you’ve met those Nicholas’s in your life.

But not all that is true for me.

In Greece, the meaning of Nicholas translates to ‘people of victory.’

At the time of writing this I consider myself, a failure.

I am stricken with fear, sleep paralysis, and escapism.

I am stricken with broken parts and dysthymia.

I am stricken with alcoholism.

I am stricken with burdens, too many to count.

My name bares a lot of weight, and

These poor shoulders are suffering and deteriorating.

The ancients believe men and women

Were borne of rocks, rocks that were

Thrown of the shoulders of the last two people on earth,

Deucalion & Pyrrha, they were spared from humanities demise,

By the flooding deluge from Zues. God of Gods.

Alas, they were never truly sparred,

For they had shed themselves of their heavy stones and spared themselves.

I take pause --

Now it is my turn shed this weight, these heavy stones from shoulders and back.

Fore as my name is

Victory.