If we are what we eat, I should look like a twisted pile of spaghetti right about now. […]
The only thing more infinite than space, is the options we have to fill it. I’ve moved around […]
Mom liked to tell people I was an accident! But I like to think of myself as simply being conceived during a rare night of reckless passion.
I remember driving to work in the early morning, probably a Tuesday–based on the sense of whimsy that […]