Be Mad

Every time I open my computer or check my phone, it seems like someone out there is begging me to be angry or just trying to feed off the fact my blood temperature is rising. Picture yourself as a recruiter for a Fortune 500 company. Thousand dollar suit. Corner office. Clear blue skies, you just… Continue reading Be Mad

Back to the Surface

When I say my apartment is a prison cell, I'm not exaggerating. It isn't just the self-isolation. It's the fear of leaving my home as the number of cases climbs daily in St. Louis. It's the fear I might be responsible for giving a neighbor or a loved one a potentially lethal illness. It's the… Continue reading Back to the Surface