Last week, on my way to LA, I sat next to a 19 year old boy on the airplane. We started with the usual small talk banter. -- Side note:...

I notice how the grass feels under my feet, And how the slight breeze is sometimes enough to put my sweater on. I like the way the sun...

What is that I feel. It’s something unusual perhaps. Maybe I’ve felt it before, but how long ago was that? Oh wait, I’m starting to...

Life is too short⁠ to hold a grudge,⁠ and far too precious⁠ to entertain your stories. ⁠ Why do you choose to hold on⁠ when we can be...