I’m writing this with a pained abdomen, my self-inflicted misfortune the result of late-night indulgence involving sticky sweet potato chips and an egg-and-hashbrown-packed steamed bun…
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Who, what, when, where, why and how. You could chart the known Universe with this question set. Every manner or matter of phenomena can be…
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To do, or not to do? Millions ask this question daily, the contemplation being whether or not to bring more humans into the world. It’s…
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Welcome to expletive city. You know what I mean. When some phony little man or fake-nailed tentacular-eyelashed housewife tears across traffic like they own the…
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Grief is a patient teacher. It accepts feelings the same way paper cradles a writer’s words. It commiserates lightly and celebrates equally. It’s unrelentingly there,…
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What do you LIKE? Do you LIKE your uniqueness? Do you LIKE your individuality? Do you LIKE your uncanny ability to think differently about subjects…
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COVID-19. Word of the year. The decade. Perhaps the century. A 9-11esque triptych of death, destruction, and destitution, COVID is World War Three. Both quantitative…
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