A week or so ago, I went to the BCMA and saw the Gordon Parks exhibit. I spent some time looking at the photographs, and I kept circling back to one set centered on this quaint general store. There was …
I’ve always wondered if birth order was the original family drama—am I who I am because of the siblings who came before me, after me or maybe none of them at all?
More often than not, I catch myself scrolling past moments of boredom—literally. When left with a few moments of spare time, like waiting in line for coffee, time seems to move faster if I’m scrolling on my phone. My phone …