A book about presence, written by someone who seems barely present with or tolerant of the reader's actual experience of reading it: that's the central irony I kept returning to, and I was never quite able to shake it.

I don't so much mind the overstimulation leaking onto other areas of my life, but lashing out at the person I love most is the saddening, sobering consequence of a pattern continuing for far too long. Not only are the tasks not handled, but I come home irritable and no fun to be around. It's a lose-lose.

"The loneliness epidemic" is a major buzzword and hot topic right now. In fact, I've written at least three blog posts in direct relation...

Most people are afraid of something - common phobias like heights or spiders or being in darkness are what immediately come to mind. But...

It's a lesson we've all been hearing lately: get outside. Touch grass. I love the sentiment I've been seeing from all over about our...

If you've been here for a while, or you know me personally, you know that about four months ago, I moved into my grandmother's townhouse....

It's so easy to feel stagnant. How little effort it takes to look around and take note of what needs to be fixed, or worked on, improved,...

Last week, I shackled up on a hillside overlooking Smith Mountain Lake, Virginia with ten people who have all found individual ways to...