What’s your lock screen saying about your right now?

Autumn is a special time to live in the City of Trees.

Nothing like getting bullied by a man in a bow-tie to make you compromise on your boundaries.

Thank you for knowing how to build a human.

I think we could use our playlist titles as an intriguing clue into deciphering one another.

When I properly want to turn the brain off, here are my comfort comedies.

It’s okay.

I thought I was escaping from people, but perhaps, I was escaping from me too.

Use these to add a geriatric twist to your everyday vernacular.

Some light thoughts on meta doom.

Does anyone else swirl down the toilet bowl of RESEARCH to avoid things?

When is a fanbase cute, and when is it a cause for concern?

A blend of seaside-tinted hues stacked on a dusty retail shelf.

He’d finally met the foe he lived life dreading: heartbreak.

Grab a sponge, grab a mop, and go to town.

This exercise is my way of pinging words out of my cloudy noggin.

A prompt from my writing pal challenged me to condense the last three years of life into three short lines via a haiku format.

My most recent survey question was the simplest ever—or so I thought.

I brace myself for pinches and pokes from thorns or thistles. But the risk of pain makes me feel all the more alive.

Small things I’ve been keeping in an open drawer in my mind.