The Scientist

As a child, my friends and family would often call me “stubborn.” Which, to be fair, was among the least hurtful of the other painfully accurate things they would call me; a list that included Tub-Tub, Lemon Puss, Tommy (“I’m 9, please stop referring to me by such a childish name”), and Fatty-Fatty-Fat-Fat - a … Continue reading The Scientist →

The Canker Sore

“Listen, we all die. And nothing you did is going to speed that process up for yourself or anyone else. It’ll be fine.” While probably not the most comforting words to hear at the workplace, I will stand by their accuracy. Plus, empathy is all in the delivery. But let’s take a step back. As … Continue reading The Canker Sore →