I’ve recently hit the jackpot. I’ve turned 30 and I’ve moved to a new city. Making new friends has a pang of familiarity about it beyond 30. Here’s what I’ve learned.
Waking up, fretting over the pandemic, and listening to the news is a daily routine. As is wading through the political dreck and hackneyed takes that follow soon thereafter.
While COVID-19 has indelibly changed our reality, I’m wondering how it will influence our fictional portrayal of it.
As we’re faced with further rounds of lockdowns, there are some habits I’ve developed and am rather fond of.
PM Scott Morrison recently declared, “How good is Australia!” And then it was July 4th, when America drinks itself silly on self-love. But, upon further examination, neither country is what they think it is.
During the height of the worst bushfires we’ve yet experienced, I was attempting to write small-town romance and snowball fights. The irony was certainly not lost on me.
Once upon a time, I traveled to Nashville to find Keith Urban. Instead, I found Holly, George W. Bush, and the devil.
With all of us thrust indoors, maintaining our sanity during isolation should now be our focus. Here’s how to not go cuckoo.
Once upon a time, I was told that boredom is the key to a stress-free life. After much musing, I believe that may be onto something.
We’re culturally trained to believe that being in a relationship is the ointment to apply to our many problems.