Stories, half-finished thoughts,
and whatever else I feel like writing about.
I have to remind myself what day it is. Three-day weekends can have that effect. It’s Monday, and I’m sitting in a half-empty coffee shop deciding this is the time to do all of the little things I can never find time for during a “normal” work week.
Have you ever had an off week? Month? Year? You reach a point where you wonder if maybe this is just who you are. It’s
Pulling my sweatshirt-sleeve over my palm, I begin to buff it away. I glance up, searching for a witty response to send back when I
by Timothy Snyder