The Bachelor Farmer
After leaving college, I lost my faith in food. Now, food is what I ingest alone, usually, when I’m hungry, bored, or tired from working fifty hours a week.
Striving for Type C
As a soon-to-be professional triathlete, I have had to work to be more Type A in some areas. My coach, Zane, calls it “attention to detail” or “doing the things that matter.”
Oh Right, That’s My Job Now
The yelling is why I’m glad I chose not to be an elementary-school anything. And the yelling is what showed me, in ways that a phone bill or an empty fridge had failed to do, that I really am an adult now.
The Things We Fear to Say
I learned the hard way never to say the C word at work. No, it wasn’t that C word, though it may as well have been.
Supernatural
One fateful night during my junior year, I was roaming around on Netflix, hunting for distractions. I’d recently finished watching Buffy the Vampire Slayer, and I was in the mood for new fantasy adventures. I’d always loved reading stories about dragons and knights,...
What To Do About Baseball
On Sunday night, in the bottom of the eighth inning of game two of the American League Champion Series, the Detroit Tigers had a 5-1 lead against the Boston Red Sox in Boston’s historic Fenway Park.
I Am Mountain
*I Am Mountain* remains Gungor’s crowning jewel and shows a brighter future for them than I ever imagined. Like all great artists, they aren’t afraid to change.
Antiques
About two years ago, I realized that garage sales were not worth my time. Estate sales were the thing. Estate sales had quality merchandise. Entire walls of blue Mason jars. Complete sets of dishes and silverware.
Parental Shutdown
TO BE (hopefully) DISCONTINUED.
Twentynothings
I really hope thirtyandfourtysomethings don’t think I’m a promiscuous, drunk, hopelessly romantic, lazy, clueless, emotional wreck.
