lessons learned from this week of life lived.

wear your helmet. when you're riding whatever you're riding. playing the guessing game of "where's my roommate" and calling emergency departments never makes for a pleasant thursday evening.

emotionally disturbed or not, eight year olds have a strange concept of time. the younger they are, the harder it is to close the case.

the worst kind of sick is when you're not sick enough to stay home from work.

youth speaks still reigns as one of the most inspiring city events which i attend annually.

leaving is harder when you want to leave; especially when you didn't anticipate the sadness.

zicam cough syrup, advertised as "almost tasteless," should have bolded, italicized and underlined the word ALMOST.