Jeremiah, an Opossum, and a Litter of Kittens

Daddy Ate My Pop-Tarts

Easily Digestible Bits of My Brain on the Daily

Age Is Just a Number — That Keeps Going Up

Noodle

Her Name Was Daisy and Her Laugh Was Her Smile

My Mom Once Tried to Levitate in Our Backyard, an April Fools’ Day Story

In Which I Reluctantly Put a Spoonful of Sour Cream in My Soup

Self, Meet No-Self

Slammed Fingers, South Boston Speedway, and Straw Hats

An Ode to My Toenails and Their Respective Role in the UVA Men’s Basketball Championship Run of 2019

I’ll Let You Drive the Golf Cart

Game. Set. Match

A Love Story for Valentine’s Day

The Eye Test of Middle Age

Even an Old Dog Can Loon New Tricks

This Is How I Know My Wife Is a Better Person Than I Am

Blogging Isn’t Dead. It Never Died. It’s Never Going to Die. Neither Is Personal Blogging

Harold the Bully

This Seated Chair Workout Is Kicking My Butt Sideways

The Next Time You See Me I’m Going to be Totally Ripped — Maybe

I Know You Can’t Live Forever but When You’re Ready, I’ll Be Here

Walking as a Physical Activity Is Crazy Underrated and You Should Be Doing It More

Why Do We Make Running Essays So Dang Boring?