
One Last PB & J: Pondering My Mortality Between Two Pieces of Bread
Every day I make a peanut butter and jelly sandwich. I assure you this is not exaggeration or hyperbole. I’m talkin’ every. single. day. I’ve done this for at least the past

Every day I make a peanut butter and jelly sandwich. I assure you this is not exaggeration or hyperbole. I’m talkin’ every. single. day. I’ve done this for at least the past

America, we need to talk. We need to talk about a lot of things. We need to talk about racism, and gun violence, and manipulative media, and Confederate flags, and partisan

“I don’t have a dad anymore.” Those very words popped into my head in the seconds after I found out my father had died. It took me a while to realize how

“True… lengthy, but true.” I received this comment on one of my blog posts this week. The post was less than 700 words long. That’s 5 Tweets. The stranger’s sentiments worried me when I saw

Every day I make a peanut butter and jelly sandwich. I assure you this is not exaggeration or hyperbole. I’m talkin’ every. single. day. I’ve done this for at least the past

America, we need to talk. We need to talk about a lot of things. We need to talk about racism, and gun violence, and manipulative media, and Confederate flags, and partisan

“I don’t have a dad anymore.” Those very words popped into my head in the seconds after I found out my father had died. It took me a while to realize how

“True… lengthy, but true.” I received this comment on one of my blog posts this week. The post was less than 700 words long. That’s 5 Tweets. The stranger’s sentiments worried me when I saw