20/20 was a shitty year, a cataclysmically shitty year. For billions. In countless ways, the year that I'd naively imagined would be a...

The king was now many days from Belvedere, climbing slowly toward the montane of the Grassmere. The terrain was rugged and steep, rocky...

Today I am contemplating the contours of the human heart. Certainly every human heart has topography as rich and varied as the myriad...