Small talk has never been my thing. I can recall many first conversations with people where midway through the conversation they’ll say something to the effect of, “Wait, why am I telling you this?”
My wife’s uncle Jerry and I share this trait. He has no clue what I do for a living or what […]full article →
When I was five, I remember standing in front of the refrigerator repeating the word “bitch” over and over in a sing-songy sort of way. My mom couldn’t really be mad—it was cute. She just let me go on for a minute, then gently advised that I find another song to sing.
I didn’t know […]full article →