the mystery when lights go out

I bask in the glow of a conquest. I entered the most mysterious and impenetrable realm of automotive black box voodoo and came out the other side a wiser, more confident car owner. One week ago, the only thing I knew about fuse boxes was that a grid of colorful fuses plugged into the top … Continue reading the mystery when lights go out →

at the crossroads

I really want to believe that benevolent celestial beings look out for us. It's a comforting thought in an increasingly bizarre world. But the idea seems so irrational that I'm embarrassed to admit this longing, even to myself. It's like holding out hope that I'll hear flying reindeer land on the roof at the close … Continue reading at the crossroads →