There’s something about the closing of another year that turns me into somewhat of a sentimental asshole.
Believing in magic
It’s tough to believe in magic when we grow up. As adults (once we understand the sleight of hand that robs us of our imagination) the fascination in all things mystical can easily evaporate. Christmas is one of those times when, if we’re not careful, we can let all the Continue Reading
Don’t stop believing
For some reason Christmas is the time of year when I feel the least inspired. Lately, instead of writing or enjoying holiday drinks with friends like normal people, you can usually find me wrapped in a blanket on the couch with my favorite winter cocktail (decaf with a splash of Continue Reading