I wrote this a while back, but it illustrates how I feel just about every day, especially lately. I want to share quirky, relatable stories that make people laugh. But somedays (too many, in fact), I feel guilty writing lighthearted prose when the world is so ... heavy. So today, I'm reposting this piece, which the conflict between what my mind wants to write and what my soul needs to share. Hopefully, next week I'll be in a place that feels more lighthearted and quirky. And

How are y'all doing on your your New Year's resolutions? I don't ask to be snarky, assuming you've already mothballed your big plans for 2026. I ask because now that it's almost March, it seems like by now you've either 1) completely abandoned your '26 initiative(s) or 2) you've leaned in 100%. Because with New Year's resolutions, I find there's little room "in the middle." I'm not a resolution guy; and in recent years, I've eschewed outcome-based goals as well. Let's take my

This one’s obscure, coming to me “out of the blue” while on a walk. It’s fictional but based on actual events. He’s been paying attention to the road lately. Or maybe it’s more accurate to say he’s been paying better attention to the road lately. And it has nothing to do with driving. Let it be known (and he’d want us to tell you), he’s a careful, conscientious motorist; always has been. Clean driving record through and through. Oh, maybe a few fender-benders throughout