Where are the Road Signs for Becoming a Better Neighbor?
If all we have to fear is fear itself, I have a lot to be afraid of.
I’ve let my hair down. I am so sorry, hair.
Parting ways with my physicians left me at a crossroads.
Picking apart an examination of our numeral system, and putting it back together again.
There are people you want in a tight spot—and there are people you hope stay asleep till it’s all over.
I am a runner—whether the rest of them like it or not.
Follow my advice—not my social media feed.
My time in the kitchen would be better spent watching grass grow, paint dry, or my own ingredients expire, untouched.
The years are marching on and we can’t help that. But do they have to diminish into the background?