Kaffeeklatsch with Mom
/Sweet dreams are made of grief...
Read MoreA collection of my musings, observations, and scribbles powered by a love for words and a need for therapy.
There are several good reasons why I’ve never been asked to give a commencement address. This is one of them.
Read MoreAh, traffic.
Read MoreOne day a little brown spider rappelled from the ceiling into my workspace. Here's what happened...
Read MoreA lament for my mom.
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