Stay tuned, as I will be begrudgingly rock’em socking it out against my (ironically) favorite 90s song in the hopes of making it past round one…

Showing up in preparation for March Sadness. This year I wrote an essay about a love affair that lasted exactly one year. As one could guess by this year’s theme, it did not end great.

Hello, World. Is it here? Is this it? The cure for all our collective alphabet soups of un- and dis-ease? <checks character count> Maybe then again, no. And but yet, count me in.