I saw a man shuffling slowly across a crosswalk earlier this evening. It was possible he was drunk, or maybe he had some sort of physical impairment. It was rush hour, and everyone except the man trying to make his way to the other side of the str…

The funny thing about order is that something so predictable can be dizzying. Think about it: we’re taught all our lives that if we follow the steps and do them in a certain order, more often than not we’ll get to where we’re going. But we don’t a…

It was a chilly morning, and the usual characters were out in full force on Beach Boulevard as I drove to work. There were a few new faces, too, being that today was Halloween and all. Teenagers were dressed up and on their way to school. Some adu…

About 15 years ago, when I accidentally took a semester off of school, I went to the pet store to buy fish food for a little finned wonder my brother had bequeathed to me when he left home. It was October, and we were in the middle of yet another …

Sometimes it’s in the form of a feeling. You think to yourself day after day, “I’ve always wanted to go there.” Or, “I’ve always wanted to do that.” Even, “I’ve always wanted to try.” And then one day you do. Sometimes it’s in the form of a person…

Odd day. It began and ended with fire in the air. I went outside briefly during the late morning hours and, despite the clear blue sky, I could smell a fire somewhere. I wasn’t sure if it was a structure fire nearby or if it was something a bit mo…

Once while I was in Manhattan on business, I looked out a window 30+ stories above the ground; though high above everyone else, including the noise of traffic and deafening din of importance, I didn’t feel settled inside. I felt tiny; I felt insig…

300 days ago, it was all new. Shiny. Intimidating. Sparkly. I remember the first post that I wrote; I wondered who would judge, who would wonder, who would form a conclusion. By the end of that first week, I couldn’t have cared less; I was writing…

Sometimes I’ll begin my posts by writing the end first; tonight is one of those nights. I know where I want to end up, but the path to get there isn’t always clear when I first sit down at the computer. When I left my last job, a friend gave me a …

Sometimes we’re in the line of fire, and they’re things that we’d really rather not have hit us. A dirty look. A snarky comment. A guilt trip. A rumor. Hurtful words fly our way. Aggression for no good reason comes out of nowhere. Lies and the twi…