Friends in the Foxhole

The world is fucking weird. I don't know what to call this feeling today except off — the kind of off that makes you stop and ask, what the hell is wrong with me? A few days back I wrote about body image and self‑esteem; since then I've realized something nastier under it all: I …

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Back in the Saddle, Kind Of

Last night in Appalachia reminded me that not every dream has to go viral. Sometimes yelling into the void—or into the wasteland—is enough.

Productivity on My Own Terms

Redefining productivity after stroke recovery: why sometimes skipping the checklist to fish in Fallout is exactly what you need.