I was standing in the poetry section of a used bookstore when I realized I had been talking to myself for the better part of three minutes. Not the muttering under your breath
I'm standing in the wine aisle at Trader Joe's, holding two bottles of Merlot that cost exactly the same amount, and one of them is significantly heavier than the
I was cleaning out my desk drawer three months ago when I found my old Certified ScrumMaster certificate.¹ Laminated. Framed, even.² I hadn't thought about Scrum in years. My job at
I was standing in the kitchen last Tuesday afternoon, watching my wife unload the dishwasher in this very particular way she has1 where every mug gets positioned with the handle at exactly three
The first place I ever lived alone was a third-floor walkup with walls the color of depression and windows that looked onto a brick wall approximately eighteen inches away.1 I was twenty-three
