I was standing in my kitchen last Tuesday morning, staring at a blank document on my laptop. The cursor blinked. My coffee grew cold. I had this essay I needed to write (had

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