One day I may write about the perils of workplace training or wax poetic about animal advocacy and then seamlessly shift to a dissertation on the glowing merits of Despicable Me. After that maybe an exuberant rant on a newly discovered cheap chardonnay you would swear Trader Joe’s paid me to write. I invite you to laugh at my blunders, empathize with my yearnings, become prone to fits of welcome nostalgia, leave the page with a sense of warmth, and return when you need to be in touch with a friend. I can't thank you enough for your support!