One of the loaded consequences that come with dabbling in the cosmos is the next day you feel like the gods plucked you out of your bed in the middle of the night and dipped you, ever so slowly, into a deep puddle of solvent or…
During the summer of 2015 dead people were everywhere. They could be found in the news, in my family and even in my dreams. It was just one of those summers where folks were starting their new lives in marriage, but others were taking their…
On the final day of my strongest decade yet, I was hung over. It seems fitting that I ended my twenties like I spent the majority of them – sitting in bed, eating bacon and eggs, trying not to dry heave, drinking water and…
