The Kid Who Eats Alone

I’ve cried at work before. There was that one time at the Dolphin Research Center that I was walking out of the fish house and slipped on the glassy, wet sidewalk. I fell directly onto my knee and when I finally got the courage to look at the damage, I discovered that my kneecap had dislocated.…

Venus is Rotting

A few weeks ago, I collapsed into my car after a long day at work and was instantly hit with a wonderful, fruity, tropical fragrance.  Many mystery smells have emerged from my car over the years, but never one this delightful. What in the world was that? Pineapple? No. Peaches? Definitely not. Mango, that’s it. Why does my…