In a world where we are bombarded by information, I am bombarded by The Question. The Question is the bane of my existence at this

your parents buy a beefalo from Georgia and have it butchered? Go down to Miami to pick up a cooler full of steak, of course.

This weekend I realized that it’s the people who make the place, not the place who make the people. For two straight days, I have

After being quarantined in my house for the last four days, I’m being a diligent little worker bee and working on my script. This brings

Sometimes I get frustrated at work. But mostly I get frustrated with the writing part of it, and how I write things the way that

So today is Ricardo’s last day at our wonderful little office, and he will be missed. That being said, I can’t wait until I can

You know, there are times when I do worry about who reads this blog, but today I don’t care. Because I’m cranky and irritable, stuck

Sometimes I still get mad at the doctors, even though it’s been a year and a half. I miss you so much, and the more