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 →

I’ve been living in apartments for almost ten years now, since 2005. We’re not talking luxury apartments either. Cheap apartments in cheap towns. With roommates. I’ve never been able to afford one on my own. I’ve wanted my own house … Continue reading →