Story 3: Rock Paper Scissors

I get into my car and start playing "Many the Miles," by Sara Bareilles because it was a 79 F on a Friday afternoon (and anything less than 73 F is just slightly too cool for me) and I love her and that song sounds like it feels now. Traffic is backed up again. Unusual… Continue reading Story 3: Rock Paper Scissors

Story 1: Bless You

I felt the sneeze welling up behind my nose, so I quickly turned, just barely remembering to hope that no one or nothing would be where my sneeze trajectory would traverse. But hope wasn’t enough. I turned to sneeze, and it cleared my sinuses so powerfully, I was tempted to focus on the effectiveness of… Continue reading Story 1: Bless You