Fear, Anxiety, and Panic

I get money from advertisers. That’s how I feed myself and my wife. It’s scary. Especially when I lose an advertiser. Especially when tax season comes around and I have a big chunk of money to pay out of pocket. I’ve been freaking out a bit lately. I’ve been trying to sell a house that’s…

Who Am I?

My wife lies to people. When they ask me what I do for a living, she either dodges the question or spits out a simplified answer. “He makes websites and graphics.” She doesn’t mean to lie. She just doesn’t want to take the time and explain what I do. Because, frankly, I’m not even sure…

You Don’t Understand Me

I’m coming to a realization that almost everyone is bad at communication. I get emails – from allegedly English-speaking people – that I simply can’t decipher. I listen to preachers that lose me with their illustrations. I watch shows like Honey Boo Boo and rely heavily on the subtitles to follow the story (or lack…