There is legend of a human who once enjoyed puberty. This is not that legend.

In this country, we are drowning in false choices, and sclerotic deliciousness. This week’s story mines our demise for several minutes of uproarious hijinks.

None of our stories are the same, except for the ending.

Duke Ellington should be on the dollar bill by now. That's not what this story is about, however. It's about making the most of a limited dating pool and life’s cruel bio-mechanical disconnections.

Do all parking lots connect eventually?

A lot of stuff happens, and it’s all bad.

There are times when we must overcome the visual so that we might better focus on the victual.

Our lives are only moments shuffled inside our heads while we die.

If you don't promise to keep a journal today nobody will believe that we once wore mittens in November.

Sometimes it is difficult to avoid creative differences when making art with your preferred medical professional.