I Think, Therefore I Write

It's the last day of my 20s. Such a strange feeling. I've spent the last year reconciling myself with this inevitable reality, and y...

My aversion to bedtimes started as soon as I was old enough to climb out of bed on my own. Maybe even before then. I was convinced that the ...

This post has been sitting in my queue for weeks, and I've lost track of how many times I've rewritten it. The primary pursuit of my...

I've read 500+ books in my twenties. Many of them had a powerful effect on me, but one stands out as being the most formative: Quiet: Th...

You may have noticed that adulting is hard. All it takes is a trip to Jiffy Lube for a routine oil change to make you want to go home and hi...

When I was in high school, a nostalgic adult said to a big group of us, "You'll never have as many friends as you do now; enjo...

Standing on Middle-Aged Adult's doorstep has me in a reflective mood these days. My trial run at adulthood is about to expire, and it...