I used to have a golden dream I retreated to for relief, For belief Once -- maybe twice -- I saw stars in a darkened sky I used to believe i...

On the dock by the river A pattern of criss cross As good as two dimensions Are going to get The current pushed aside By another force Is th...

Sitting by the breezy sea Unlike most wishes, This one comes true Is that, perhaps, Why we love the sea? We know what it can give us And wha...

Awakening with time In time Trying on for size The responsibilities of the day, The days that make up Lives Holding onto sleep, the comfort ...

I've discussed my love of Marie Kondo's philosophy of tidying before, and I will do so again. Perhaps it is because I loved her book...

As far as I can tell, Fear Of Missing Out (FOMU) is unfounded. As I've written before, while many people worry that giving up their smar...

I'm a math nerd, in case that wasn't clear before. So when someone said that progress was like a spiral that felt like a circle and ...