I am afraid of waking up on April 9. On that date, four years will have come to a close, and I’m scared of losing…
Writer Kurt Vonnegut used to have this speech entitled, “How to Get a Job Like Mine.” In it, he told you nothing of the sort.…
I cried on my sweet sixteen. While my parents sang “Happy Birthday” in thick, heavy accents, and lit candles were dancing to the tune of…
“Be a doctor, Kacper.” I’m six and he’s 63 and with hands carved by dirt and eyes worn and tired, he outlines a world of…
I lived beside Justin Stark for ten years. You may not know him. You may have read about him in the newspaper recently. Either way,…
If there is any way not to begin an article (perhaps especially on Ash Wednesday), it’s this: please understand this is not a diatribe against…
One second you’re driving with the radio humming and your fingers tap-dancing to the tune. The next - boom, blam, kapow - and you’re under…
A recent post on the Spotted At Mac Facebook page stated the need for a women-only gym because a participant at the Pulse felt that…
In a few moments of time, I will no longer be here. It may be minutes. It may be 74.5 years. But before I know…
I’m an idiot. I know, I know. You already knew that, dear reader. My articles are your proof. So is this sentence. And so is…