Ken Burns Life Goals

When I left my academic research job, I wasn’t sure what I wanted to do next. I’d moved to Atlanta…

Rough Towels

The best chocolate chip cookie dough ice cream I’ve ever had I ate around ten years ago somewhere between Boston,…

An Addendum

Two years ago I wrote a post about the challenges of improvement and how I found winning a Most Improved…

Foggy Cannon Christmas

Then from each black, accursed mouth The cannon thundered in the South,     And with the sound    …

Did I lose the year?

Empty daily boxes. Months of vast blank space. On a giant poster size 2019 wall calendar meant to track my…

Sitcom Expectations

I write a lot about loneliness. Maybe a surprising amount given I’m married, I have a supportive family who I…

Venmo Fomo

It was Labor Day weekend, and I was consciously avoiding Facebook and Instagram. The year before I’d been bombarded with…

Just Have Fun Out There

I performed in an improv show at a comedy festival in Greenville, SC last weekend that went so well I…

Vicarious Memories

I love to go running by rivers, and when I do, a line from the refrain of the song “Proud…

Grief Set in Stone

“We’re in a cemetery so I’m going to be sharing some sad stories today.” I give this disclaimer early on…