The Time I Drove a Motorcycle Through a House
When I was eighteen years old, I drove a motorcycle through the wall of our house. I wasn't actually riding the motorcycle, and it wasn't even running. How migh...
When I was eighteen years old, I drove a motorcycle through the wall of our house. I wasn't actually riding the motorcycle, and it wasn't even running. How migh...
It turns out, it is a physical impossibility for anything other than "fine" to escape my lips. The clerk at the grocery store asked how I was, and I said, "fine...
I am great at starting projects. I have started writing a book at least six times in my life. In the past several years I have begun learning to knit, gathered ...
UPDATE: Since I first posted this, I did decide to merge my business blog with my personal blog. Since I consider the business of uncomfortable emotions ...
They're building a new shopping center down the road from us. I don't know what will be in it, but it nicely complements the half-empty one less than a mile fro...
When I was thirteen, my dad threw a hammer at me. Now before you go getting all shocked and jumping to conclusions, I should point out, he prefaced the throw wi...