9/11/2001 – My Memories 25 Years Later
I was 31-years old, and these are my memories of that fateful morning: I was not long into my morning commute to work when I heard on the radio about Continue Reading9/11/2001 – My Memories 25 Years Later
Photography Is My Form Of Therapy
I was 31-years old, and these are my memories of that fateful morning: I was not long into my morning commute to work when I heard on the radio about Continue Reading9/11/2001 – My Memories 25 Years Later
We live in a society that relentlessly asks us to optimize our time, so making a dedicated weekend of being lazy feels like a welcome, unmitigated act of defiance. There Continue ReadingThe Joy of the Lazy Weekend
Four-day work weeks suck, there’s no other way to put it. Nothing like getting a day off for a holiday only to get five days of work squished into a Continue ReadingFour-Day Work Week? No Thank you!