I once heard of a psychological phenomenon called “missing tile syndrome.” The idea is that if you walk...
It’s a Saturday in September, and we’re moving my oldest son Aidan into Chicago on his 19th birthday....
Ten months ago today, I crashed. Riding my bike down a steep hill, approaching a highway with cross...
The layers of abnormal are adding up. I’m snowblowing my driveway in the darkness before dawn—the whipping wind...
Two months of quarantine. And counting. On a Thursday afternoon, I’m looking for new ways to feel alive,...
Cancel everything. When I read that headline in The Atlantic, it was my B.C./A.C. moment. Before Coronavirus. After...
January 6, 2019 I share the last post of a blogging era in which I published on average...
“Hope can be a beautiful thing, because it gives us direction and imbues our lives with a sense...
Tuesday morning. I awake with loud ringing in my right ear. I stick my finger in it. Wiggle...
Last weekend, I hosted my first Christmas party as an employer. Okay, the truth is, I didn’t host...
