97 Minutes of Chaos
My day has, so far, lasted exactly one hour and thirty-seven minutes. I have a sneaky suspicion it’s going to
Read moreMy day has, so far, lasted exactly one hour and thirty-seven minutes. I have a sneaky suspicion it’s going to
Read moreYou know that little phrase, “Sometimes you’re the windshield, sometimes you’re the bug”? Well, today I was the bug. Splat.
Read moreThis morning I drove by the definition of a bad day. There was a young woman with a baby on
Read moreStella’s been acting out. I know this because strange things are happening in our vehicular vicinity. The Suburban,
Read more“How are you?” It’s such a simple question. It’s a question we pose, hear, and answer multiple times a day.
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