How do you eradicate chronic self-doubt?
...without having any fucking clue what that even means.
Pandemic living had me confused, but it turns out I achieved some big stuff this year.
Must I warm up to my least favorite journalistic staple in order to stay relevant?
An oldie but goodie, slightly updated.
The grim report from week 86 of shelter-in-place.
Haunted by memories of an old East Village friend who recently passed.
Oldsters gonna old.
You just might get it.
And other fun questions.
And the new side-project mine has led me to.
Searching for photographic evidence of a lost friend.