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Podcast, Random, Reflection, The Code Series, Uncategorized, Writer-Not-Author

Let’s Talk About Cults

Or more, let me introduce you to my new favorite obsession. Three years ago it was biker gangs, last year it was viruses. This year is the year of cults, and I am so giddy that my astral cocoon is fit to burst! I've been busy working on Book 3 (reminder, you can buy books… Continue reading Let’s Talk About Cults

Open Letter, Uncategorized

An Open Letter to Andrew, Who Wants Me to Sign a Petition

Andrew sent me this forward. I don't think I know Andrew. I know some Andrews but I don't think I know this one. Hi, Today—just one week before the Electoral College meets to formally elect our next president—a bipartisan group of electors sent a letter to the Director of National Intelligence James Clapper demanding an… Continue reading An Open Letter to Andrew, Who Wants Me to Sign a Petition

Open Letter, Satire

An Open Letter to Whirlpool CEO, Jeff Fettig

To the Whirlpool CEO, Jeff Fettig, Dear Sir, My recent experience with your Whirlpool W10219708A Compact Front Loading Automatic Washer has been, how to put it delicately, something of a bit of a joke. Were I a calm and reasonable person, I might describe it as mildly frustrating, perhaps even undesirable. Instead, I find that… Continue reading An Open Letter to Whirlpool CEO, Jeff Fettig

Open Letter, Uncategorized

An Open Letter to Kevin O’Leary: You’re making us O’Weary

Dear Kevin O'Leary, Listen, Kevin, we need to have a talk. No, I don't have a million dollars to offer you, and no, dinosaur soul juice does not flow through my veins, but I am an Albertan, so listen up. You need to stop. Stop. Stop, Kevin O'Leary. Stop talking. Go away. I will give… Continue reading An Open Letter to Kevin O’Leary: You’re making us O’Weary

Chronic Pain Diaries, Reflection

Chronic Pain Diaries: The Longest Cycle

Sometimes I imagine that I am in a time loop. That my life is only capable of extending to a certain point before I reach a door that is meant to represent change. Instead, the door leads me directly back to the beginning of the cycle. I walk, and run, and prance my way through… Continue reading Chronic Pain Diaries: The Longest Cycle

Open Letter

An Open Letter to my Hobgoblin Neighbor

It’s becoming quite clear that I have numerous interesting neighbors. Dear Mr. and/or Mrs. Hobgoblin Neighbor, Kudos, to you, o’ grotesque one. Your complete and utter disregard for the rest of us living in the condo is Bond Villain-esque! If Sean Bean had the cojones to act as you did, surely he would have survived… Continue reading An Open Letter to my Hobgoblin Neighbor