Picture it: St. Louis. 2019. I have a dream about creating larger than life images of The Golden Girls. Four years later, I actually do it. See the post at the top of this image for proof. I originally planned this as a mural but it never launched. So I…

Facebook memories remind me of where I’ve been. The highs as well as the lows. Lows like this one from eight years ago. I dislike how social media emphasizes the highlights. You don’t get to see the ugly parts. It doesn’t feel real. …

I’ve always hated this day. In or out of relationships, Valentine’s Day has always felt like affection through social contrition, not because it’s a genuine expression of love or care or kindness. You know. Sort of like liking someone’s LinkedIn post. I know it’s cliché to hate on today, how…

Wow. Thank you, Bill for that amazing introduction. It was humbling and too kind. You read it exactly as I wrote it for you. You totally earned that twenty bucks. Just kidding. It was five. Graduates, family members, and staff, it is more than an honor to be part of…

From the Washington Post: “We only have about 70,000 people in St. Francois County [MO], but we’ve had more than 900 new cases in the last few weeks. Our positivity rate is 25 percent and rising. The hospital is already at capacity. They’ve basically run out of staff. We can’t…

I found out that a friend of mine died today. I’ll call him Doug. Doug wasn’t a friend in the “someone I keep in touch with every day” sense. And not even someone I’d spoken to in years. He was actually a *former* friend, someone I had to take a…