Big Decisions, Greener Grass, & Living Like It's 1983

Sometimes it's not a better place to live that we find ourselves looking for, but a better time.

5 year old me rocking a period-perfect shirt at my brother’s 2nd birthday; 1982.

Some weeks, the essays write themselves; other weeks, they have to be chased out of the dark corners with a broom handle. This is a broom handle week, so I hope you’ll forgive some stream of consciousness today.

I’d love to blame my writer’s block on the fact that I have a n…