It’s OK, as long as I don’t have to listen

Someone explain this to me: I am 36 years old, but no one ever guesses. I’ve spent my 30s looking like I was in my 20s. So why is it that in the last two weeks, I have sprouted a veritable garden of gray hairs  [more...]

So, the movers finally arrived on Sunday; they took more than 3 hours to pack a small 12′ truck with my possessions. Meanwhile, I’d rented a 15′ truck to take stuff out to my aunt in Front Royal (about  [more...]

I really can’t figure out the point of dating anymore. It seems, quite simply, to be an exercise in whittling away the ego and leaving the participants — or, at least, one of them — diminished. Take  [more...]