I grew up around faith the way some people grow up around fire. It was always present, always framed as protective and always capable of doing real damage, depending on who was holding the match. I watched ordinary people gain… Continue Reading →
There’s a tiny part of me, buried somewhere between the kid who grew up checking the mailbox like it was a treasure chest and the adult who still falls for “Maybe this one isn’t junk,” that secretly hopes one day… Continue Reading →
I sometimes wonder if the universe is trying to humble me. Maybe I have gotten too comfortable sleeping through the night without worrying about animatronic animals attempting to rearrange my spinal column. Maybe life has gotten too peaceful, too quiet,… Continue Reading →
I have always believed the internet brings out the absolute worst in people. Not even in the dramatic “someone is yelling in all caps about politics again” way. I mean the subtle stuff. The exaggerated selfie angles. The curated vacations…. Continue Reading →
I have a friend who is a full-blown, championship-level hypochondriac. You know the type. Every week they have discovered a new designer illness that sounds like something you would catch while backpacking through an ancient tomb. One minute it is… Continue Reading →
Can a house drive you crazy? I’ve seen plenty of horror movies in my time where that might seem to be the case, but usually there’s extenuating circumstances that usually feed into someone’s crisis, without it being a surface-level scenario…. Continue Reading →
There are some life decisions you never expect to be part of the job description, when you sign up for adulthood. Taxes? Sure. Car troubles? Expected. Realizing I am finally at the age where my shoulders make more noise than… Continue Reading →
I’ve been watching this wave of fear around AI with more curiosity than alarm. To me, it’s a tool, not a demon waiting to strike at the world. But there’s this growing mindset, especially in creative communities, of “AI =… Continue Reading →
Has it really been 15 years since Ramona Flowers allowed Scott Pilgrim to fight her seven evil ex-boyfriends in exchange for her affection? It’s been even shorter since the same actress, Mary Elizabeth Winstead, was locked in a dingy basement… Continue Reading →
Influencers Is the Social Media Nightmare We All Deserve
I have always believed the internet brings out the absolute worst in people. Not even in the dramatic “someone is yelling in all caps about politics again” way. I mean the subtle stuff. The exaggerated selfie angles. The curated vacations…. Continue Reading →