If you would have asked me a week ago what I would be doing this week, I would not have predicted I'd be in my kitchen making marshmallows, rectif...
2019. Wow. There’s been a lot of controversy around whether the decade ended with the start of 2020, or whether we still have another year to go...
Megan and I met some time ago, when she was still living in San Francisco. I won't go into some of the big life changes she was going through at t...
After dealing with printer issues all weekend while trying to create our packing labels for Pairings Boxes and chasing down the mailman who gracio...
When I first started blogging, I never got any comments. Each time a post would go out in the ether, I'd hold my breath a little, wondering if a k...
Dear Amy, I'm sorry I never published your poetry in our literary magazine because I said it was full of cliches. I was the gatekeeper and what I ...
Recently, I wrote a short piece about summer movies for Gather Journal. It skewed toward being poetic and inspired a fair amount of nostalgia. The...
Plans change. Sometimes you're prepared, and sometimes you're not. Some people deal well with unexpected changes. They tell themselves to chin up, a...