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I’m not usually a big fan of books next to my bed because the energetic chatter can keep me from sleeping.

As I gathered up the books scattered around my room, I realized that the opposite can also be true. The energy of the works you keep clo

Wondering what Pleasantville, Plato’s Allegory of the Cave, and our recent election have in common? Go read my latest essay on Substack.

Call on me! Call on me!!

As a connoisseur of dystopian literature, I have questions.

Women are claiming (again) that we’re bound for a future akin to The Handmaid’s Tale. Having spent the past few weeks poking about the industry of sur

I keep having the sense that we’re heading into an era that will remind a lot of us of the nineties. Tension and strife between various groups within the country won’t vanish overnight, but it will be nothing like what we’ve seen in

My thoughts on this matter were too extensive to fit on Instagram. Find your way over to Substack for my essay in its entirety.

My real curiosity is the ROI for all of the stupid robotexts and endless spam calls. And are mailers really effective?

You better believe I judge candidates on their yard signs. If you can’t hire a quality graphic designer, how can I trust you

Can we pause for a moment and reflect on the massive amounts of energy harvesting that are currently happening?

If you’re feeling a little bit off, it’s completely understandable.

First of all, it’s Halloween. The door is thrown w

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