Unless there’s something you want to know, in which case you came to the right place.
A home break-in made us safer. I wish it hadn’t.
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.