I Like to Walk Because I Can
I like to walk because I can. I see people who can't and I will not take these fully functioning legs for granted. For as long as they continue to carry me.
Say Ma’am One More Time
Got yes ma'am'd twice in one day and had a small crisis.
Birthday Fail • A Historical Review of Why I Hate Birthdays
My birthday peaked at age six. Everything since has been a documented disaster. 10 reasons I stopped caring about my birthday entirely.
Conformity Destroys – the YOYO effect
Forget yolo. It should be yoyo: you're only young once. A short, dread-tinged musing on conformity, adulting, and the decrepitude of the mentally boring.
Having a Senior Moment
Birthday anxiety at 35: four years until I'm officially old. At least the books saved me from drowning in pumpkin pie ice cream.
