It’s All in Our Head

Funny thing, that brain of ours. The way it takes disparate pieces of information and like Play-do (the dough, not the Greek thinker), mashes it all together into something that resembles the truth but is in reality discolored, inaccurate, and smells a little funny.

At This Time of Year, Be of Good Cheer

I have no great love of Christmas. There haven’t been many filled with excitement and magic. And it’s not that I’ve lost my child’s heart and grown old and cynical. It’s just that this time of year, and what it means to me, has changed.