#AMMConnect Spring 2018 Bio (or, How I Learned to Stop Worrying and Love the Idea of a World Without Humans)

In the last couple years, I’ve become pessimistic about the future of humanity. Every day seems to bring something else to worry about, some new and terrible demonstration of man’s inhumanity to man. I know, I know. Even tens of thousands of years ago, people thought the world was coming to an end, and those … More #AMMConnect Spring 2018 Bio (or, How I Learned to Stop Worrying and Love the Idea of a World Without Humans)

W.A.N.A. Collages

I spent much of 2017 blissfully engrossed in a writing project, code named/acronymed WANA. Below are the first 15 of the 60 or so collages I made while writing the manuscript. I hope they make you smile. 1. Cara’s goal in life 2. Parents lounging in the hammock 3. A Knowledge Mine worker 4. Cara en … More W.A.N.A. Collages

Cascading Failure

What follows may appear to be a simple, mundane story about liquid hand soap, but don’t be fooled. For at its heart, this is a tale of darkness and failure that speaks to the sudsy, bubbling, ever-changing, uncontainable nature of the inner self. My inner self, in particular. Bear with me. Once upon a couple … More Cascading Failure

Song of My Week

I had quite an inspiring week at work, and by that I mean it was filled with great struggle and strife and pain, which inspired me to write my very first song. I’m a bit afraid to post this little ditty, though. At first I thought I was afraid of getting fired if the wrong person … More Song of My Week

Frittering Away My Days

Sometimes when I’m at work enduring a painfully long, aimless meeting, I think that this whole stable, responsible, grown-up lifestyle is keeping me from experiencing a life of complete joy and fulfillment. Like every other working stiff, I look forward to 5:30, can’t wait to make it to the weekend, and daydream about retirement. I fantasize about … More Frittering Away My Days

Secret Family Recipe

Growing up in North Myrtle Beach, I knew a number of kids whose parents owned small businesses—beachfront motels, seafood restaurants, even miniature golf courses—and I always thought it must be neat to be part of a family business. As I got older, it occurred to me that I was kind of part of one too, … More Secret Family Recipe