What Didn't Kill Me

When I was in high school, I thought I was quite the creative individual. I was a clarinet-playing, oral interpretation-performing/judging, ...

Excuse me for stating the obvious, but not too many people look forward to going to the dentist. With the scraping and the violent flossing ...

Guess what today is? If you guessed October 10 th , you’d be right. If you guessed that it’s the one-year anniversary of this blog, you’...

Just the other day, I opened up a fresh box of Cocoa Puffs. (And no, I am not too old for Cocoa Puffs.) Nestled right inside the box was a l...

If you are looking for a normal goofy blog post, this is not it (fear not: the goofy posts will be back on Wednesday) . It's a serious p...

Before I begin, I’d like to issue a disclaimer: I think giving blood is a wonderful thing to do. Many people have given gallons and gallons ...

Once upon an eighth grade summer, I decided that I wanted to take golf lessons. For the life of me, I cannot remember why. I had never playe...