Journalist

The other day at a drive-through, I reminded the teenage girl serving me that she forgot my drinks. She looked at me, hissed, rolled her eyes, and then took her sweet time getting me the sodas.

I'll rail against what I think is wrong.

We're a nation of liars. But I mean that in the kindest sense.

The good thing about having this illness is that it allows me to be a little bit crazy.

My dad was a big believer in treating people well, oftentimes even when he himself wasn't well.

We forget the little things, so it's no wonder some of us screw up the big things.