I write because I have no one else to talk to. I foolishly believe that opening one of my many personal shields to the internet is somehow therapeutic, despite the fact that no one will read it, current and future … Continue reading →

I don’t often talk about the period of time I worked at Red Robin because it wasn’t one of the best times in my life. I worked fifty-hour weeks sometimes, coming home smelling like a grease trap. Early on, it … Continue reading →