# 165
April 28, 2016
They’re in the trees, they’re by the door and look up high, here come […]
# 164
April 21, 2016
I don’t like funerals. Never have. They make no sense to me. They’re chilly, […]
# 163
April 14, 2016
I like structure and order and routine and ritual, so I can bounce around […]
# 162
April 8, 2016
I’m sitting in a McDonald’s near Wilkes-Barre, Pennsylvania having a terrible latté and looking […]
# 161
April 1, 2016
Walking down streets I’ve walked for a million years it seems – instantly familiar […]