The Long Way Home

I love road trips. Flying is nice and saves time, but to me, nothing beats hitting the road. When I was young, my parents took us on a yearly road trip to Washington to visit my cousins. It was a 24-hour drive that we usually split into three 8-hour days. I’ve seen most of the western United States by car — as far east as Wyoming. I consider myself a road trip veteran.

Invisible Friends

It is a truth universally acknowledged that making friends as an adult is hard. It’s awkward and uncomfortable to get close to someone new at this point in your life, especially if you’re like me and have had the same best friend for sixteen years. Prior to about two years ago, I was totally Sam WeirContinue reading “Invisible Friends”