I wanted to feel a catharsis, or at least an adrenaline rush.

The first month I lived in Boston I almost hit a pedestrian with my car.

If there is one day you get to act like a kid it is certainly Christmas.

How did you manage to wrap up all my twenty-something angst and child-like defiance in one grammatically flawed phrase?

I do not celebrate my birthday. It has been a source of annual frustration in my life.

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Santa Clause, the American dream and politicians with hearts of gold are just a few things that we want to be true but know …

The issue comes from my twenty-something need to experience the world and my human need not to be uncomfortable.

A job faux-pas leads me to suspect I’m not that funny.