Christian Bale Needs Soap; Hilary Duff Needs a Rubberband on Her Wrist

Ah, the drafts saved in my dashboard right now, waiting to be written. Such a number of things have made me groan of late that I’ve started and stopped mid many a rant. Then, they pile up and I get stressed out by my own procrastination, and I want to delete my page and go…

Every rainbow has its pot of gold. It lies at rainbow’s end, that mystical place to which science tells us it is impossible to actually get. Metaphorically, this may be true as well, but we’ll get to that. Unless our early lives have been so tragic that we lose the ability, we all start out…

There was a man who worked at Central Market in South Lake, Texas. His job was a little awkward. He wasn’t a cashier or a bagger or a stocker. He was an attendant. Every time I saw him, he was positioned where the shelves of chips met the end of the chocolate aisle, midway between…