It killed the cat and also my search for a job title. — I’ve spent more time in my adulthood than I’d care to admit or properly account for in search of a label for myself that holistically captures my passions and professional endeavors. There is an absurdity to the importance placed upon a job title or category of output — these classifiers…

Time after time. — If your household is anything like mine, the Holiday Season is a consistent reminder of the wholesome perfection that is “The Great British Baking Show.” Days without an agenda will inevitably lead us towards the couch. Emanating from the cushions, a siren’s call is trumpeting a promise of delectable delights…

The gifts of going off script — New year, new me! This is the trip around the sun where I’ll make it all count. The universe shall bend to my each and every expectation — I need only ask. The fruits of the complete human experience are mine for the taking! All that stands in the way…

A surprising source of connection in a year of separation. — 2020 was a unique year in many respects. For my family, it necessitated staying remote for the Holiday Season for the first time in our adult lives. Not being able to be physically present in the spaces I’d grown up in and with the people I’d come up with during…

A clean slate is a magical thing. — His name is Bubba, and he’s a bottomless well of joy and curiosity. As we’re both approaching two years of knowing each other, I find it nearly impossible to imagine my daily existence without the responsibility that comes with being a primary caretaker of a dependent being. There are the…