Most of my neighbors are hard-working, law-abiding people. I keep my nose out of the business of the ones who aren’t. (Just don’t sit on my porch.)
These people either intentionally or unintentionally try to let others know how amazing their lives are by covering it up with some form of self-deprecation.
I, as many other people who suffer with some sort of mental illness, carry a sense of shame with me wherever I go.
Criticism over Washington insiders is misguided for one important idea.
On Facebook, friend is a verb.
Two men in a spotlight, eyes closed, fingers dancing in vibrato, and faces churning with the music.
The first Ralph Lauren polo I ever bought was the first time I ever spent more than 40 dollars on a shirt.
Life without a phone has allowed me to reflect on everything I used it for…
Personally, I think that if we threw out the cookie-cutter tray way we approach things, people would be a lot happier.