I only wish I could wake up like this in the morning and be so entirely exuberant. Unfortunately, every morning I wake up quite the opposite: worried, anxious, a little scared, even. See, I’m facing freedom like I haven’t in years. And I got to tell you, it’s a little frightening. Just signed the contract […]

Ever feel like the more you want to change your life, the more it stays the same? Or, put it another way, life puts on the brakes when you’re ready to let loose and fly high. It’s like being stuck in a glue trap: still moving, going nowhere, struggling to get free. Why is that? […]

I stood at the edge of a circular stone pit, filled up to the iron pipe, the rank odor made worse with the head of the day. “It’s old,” said the inspector. “I’m not giving it much longer – a couple of years, maybe? See how the waste is right up to the iron pipe? […]

It’s the middle of the afternoon and all about me swirl a mass of humanity, searching for the perfect holiday gift. There’s anxious lovers seeking a treasure that’ll please, parents digging through the remains of empty shelves hoping against hope that a Hatchimal might lurk among the carcasses of toys, or the fed-up grandmother angry that the entire supply of Zip-Loc bags have been plundered by customers seeking to freeze cookies for later gluttony.