I'm a pretty fortunate person.
You know what The Script is - it's the ritual with which we signal to one another that we're not alarmingly unusual.
I don't care who you are, there's something other-worldy about having your conscience called-out by a three-year-old.
I'd been ignoring Halloween for the past decade.
One should be particular when it comes to picking out targets for petty acts of vandalism.
So a friend got himself a cat, and now he needs my advice.
I'm an unrepentent introvert.
It was not an ideal time to start a family.
I just disappeared for four years, purposefully dropping out of many people’s lives.
I have never been particularly neurotic.
My dog has tried to kill me on ninety-three occasions.
It was around this time last year that I did something fairly foolish.