I’ve been thinking a lot about happiness recently. And how to get more of it. In early December I had one of the crummiest weeks

Thanksgiving in November still feels a bit foreign to me. In the “true north, strong and free” Thanksgiving is celebrated in early October, free of

“Not knowing where you’re going isn’t an excuse not to write.” Pardon the triple negative. In my defense, it’s not mine. It belongs to Isaac

Tuesday. Lorelle and I, having decided that at twenty-eight we are much too old to stand for an entire concert with all the merely twenty-seven-year-old-General-Admissioners,

Fact. I love Survivor. As a kid I went to my neighbor’s house on Wednesday nights (during summer of course, when there was no church