During the last cold front I saw a few poor souls huddled against a building smoking, on the brink of a frozen death, and it made me realize I’m so thankful I don’t smoke.
I’m left wondering if it’s me or the music that’s keeping me from enjoying modern country.
A few too many instances of not being able to communicate properly has me realizing I gotta learn more than way to talk to people
A breakdown at the end of White House Down has me confused whether Channing Tatum’s heroism or repressed anxiety is behind my tears
After reading way too much Fritos slander I pen a piece persuading why we don’t give the original fried corn chip enough credit.
When a little too much scalp shows up in the mirror one morning I ponder whether I’ve been rocking a side part or a combover
After almost a decade of working in the golf business I want to give corporate office life a try, but it’s proving much more difficult than I thought.