I Tell Stories. It's What I Do

I feel silly for even dwelling on it, on an attachment to a possession or a place. The people we know and the things that we do are so much ...

Either the weight will get lighter, or my legs will grow stronger; it's the only way for things to be. Setting the load down is not an...

I had almost forgotten. It's been half a decade and he's not been at the forefront of my mind for some time. It's strange to thi...

What am I doing here? The walls are red and the floor is polished and the shutters are fake, nailed to the wall with no hinges to turn ...

This is a strange moment. I've not had a moment like this in some time, several years, at least. The sensation is so strange I'm ha...

I don't know that I've reached the age where I get to lead my thoughts with "kids today...", but I'm going to do it, ...

I came into the tournament with the fifth-smallest stack. Out of a field of thirty-two, all of whom had spent the last four months accumul...