Going home to your parents house after moving out is always kind of eerie, especially when “your” room is still full of your stuff. I had that eerie experience earlier this week when went to my parents house and realized that the majority of things left in my room not only define me, they define my ... Read the rest »

He stares at me, mocking my every move, shaking his over-sized head every time I bang my desk in frustration, boredom, or even joy. I think about how he sees every moment as an opportunity to continue his Machiavellian rise to power, as he tells me “You are the Treasurer of this company.”   This makes ... Read the rest »