Last week, I decided to make brunch. Sunday brunch. Easter Brunch, to be exact. For eight people. By Sunday afternoon, brunch was over and I felt hungover. I was sore.…Read More

Sitting on Fences

Sometimes you become addicted to bad feelings. Whether it’s obsession or sadness or hatred or anger, you become addicted to feeling that feeling. You tend to it, stoking the flame,…Read More


An elderly man walks into the post office. He’s scowling. The clerk on duty can see he’s unhappy. The man approaches and slams an envelope on the counter. “For 10…Read More