Do It Well

I was 27 years old when I got my first tattoo. Before then, I had been in the camp of indecisive folks who couldn’t possibly imagine […]

Hanging Hope

It’s something I used to see every day: an unassuming, plain metal key with a blue rubber cover around it. It sits on a ring with […]

A Fantasy of the Future, Fractured

It’s been hard to write the last six weeks. I have notes and unfinished drafts of blog posts sitting on my computer that I’m not sure […]

Touch Tunnel

When I was eight, my mother took me to the Liberty Science Center. The building, a massive, three-story tall museum, was stuffed to the gills with […]