
Why I’m a better parent than my parents
When my sister and I were younger and living at home, every once in a while, my dad would get Continue reading
When my sister and I were younger and living at home, every once in a while, my dad would get Continue reading
In case you’re interested in seeing the person who writes this blog up close and personal, take a hop over Continue reading
I heard a story on the radio recently about this heroin derivative dubbed “Krokodil” that is named thusly because it Continue reading
I like giving presents more than I like receiving them. I know this is a bit humblebraggy, but it’s true. Continue reading
My parents came for a rare visit last weekend. It was an OK time, though I always feel quite judged Continue reading
I met with a former colleague the other day to catch up. He is about to embark on a career Continue reading