I realized recently that as I grow older, my tolerance for bullshit and noise, literal and otherwise, has constantly diminished. Impressing others and pretending to
I’m a pretty neurotic person. Worrying about anything–from the possibility of having an aneurysm to whether I cooked the meat well enough to whether I’m good
Timmy’s dad frequently teased him that he lost his edge when he started to become happy. That is, when we started being in a relationship.
This week marked the end of an important one-year anniversary. In April 2016, Jenny and I enjoyed two weeks together. It was spent mostly eating,
If only there is one quick way to stop it. Anyone would do it in a flash. That’s what I want to believe.
It feels like it’s so much to ask.