People in Parking Lots
He was a 40-something with a shiny silver BMW convertible and teeth that looked like they’d been Photoshopped. He pulled up next to me, locked eyes, and delivered his question like a missile: “Why are you doing this?”
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The Great Sink Meltdown
I hadn’t even left San Jose yet, and I’d already managed to destroy the sink. That’s right—my grand two-year road trip began with a bang, or at least with a suspicious chemical fizz.
Here’s the thing: The sink looked sturdy enough. Gray. Shiny. Innocent. But,
Frequencies And Cosmic Subtitles
I’m not the type to leap headfirst into claims about interdimensional portals or cosmic vibrations. At least, I wasn’t back then. These days, my beliefs hover much closer to just north of woo-woo.
Things to Avoid: Backing Up While Towing A Trailer
Pro tip from someone who’s lived to tell the tale: If you have the chance, just don’t back up at all. Drive through, pull forward, do whatever it takes. Because backing up is a last resort—a move reserved for people who are either very confident or have no other options.
A Punch in the Face
I saw a man get punched once — a perfect hook to the cheek on a bone-cold morning near the McCormick Center in Chicago.
Open Pockets —End of an Era
My world feels like open pockets in my favorite jacket — that oversized denim patchwork thing. I looked down at its comfortable form and put my hands in those big pockets and realized how it has defined me, you know, if I was fabric.
What You Hear When You Silence All Those Voices
I became wild. Then I became wise. Resilience crept up on me, originally disguised as arrogance, though it wasn’t about feeling superior to anyone — it was about knowing, with certainty, that I stood alone.