Confessions of a Recovering Roadrageaholic
Reading Time: 5 minutes. I used to believe the left lane was sacred ground. Not “suggested.”Not “when convenient.”Sacred. I was the self-appointed king of the freeway, the unhinged knight of…
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Reading Time: 5 minutes. I used to believe the left lane was sacred ground. Not “suggested.”Not “when convenient.”Sacred. I was the self-appointed king of the freeway, the unhinged knight of…
Reading Time: 16 minutes. Fence Lines and False Prophets The old cowboys gathered along the fence every morning like it was church and none of them had ever missed a…
Reading Time: 3 minutes. The man appeared on a Tuesday. Not in a puff of smoke or crack of thunder—just appeared—standing bewildered in the middle of a suburban intersection in…
Reading Time: < 1 minute. No fanfare plays, no banners fly,Just quiet fire behind my eye.A dawn like any other day—But something’s shifted, come what may. No louder voice, no…
Reading Time: 5 minutes. Fresh out of design school, Ezra was eager, talented, and—most dangerously—trusting. He saw freelance work as a golden ticket, a way to craft a name for…
Reading Time: 4 minutes. I don’t like the late January sun in Minnesota. Shocking, I know. Who wouldn’t love being blinded by a low-hanging death star while the snow mocks…
Reading Time: 3 minutes. You may want to put this song on while reading this post—it’ll help set the mood: When I was in elementary school back in the Dakotas—and…
Reading Time: 4 minutes. Picture this: last night, I became a volunteer fast food worker at an event…an order-fetcher, and all-around chaos coordinator in a kitchen making fried foods and…
Reading Time: 10 minutes. Ethan had always been the skinny guy. The kind of guy girls saw and thought, “Aw, he’s sweet.” Sweet, of course, being code for “invisible.” He…