I wish my brain had an off switch. Maybe that way I could get some sleep.

I want everyday magic.

Growing up, I used to climb out my window onto the roof and look up at the stars. There, in the quiet, I would write stories inside my head.

Give all that you can. No more. No less. Every. Single. Day.

Occupation: WriterOccupational Hazard: Carpel tunnelSolution: Wrist guards to bed or my hands do all the sleeping Perspective: I've decided my wrist guards have turned me into a Ninja Superhero that hides in the shadows

If I had a nickel for all the times I've been shushed in my life? Bam! Instant millionaire!

Walking the Camino de Santiago taught me the wonders of physical challenge, the wonders of spiritual freedom, and the wonders of baby powder.

I'm turning into an old man. I own four pairs of oxfords, my stories get a little long winded, and my neighbors play their music too loud.

I mean. You put puppies in a store front, I will stop and giddily stare. Every. Single. Time.