I’m the kind of person who always uses a server’s first name — casually, as if we’ve been friends forever.
I’ve often been told that I “have one of those faces.” I guess my degree in Psychology comes with an inherent ability encouraging people to confess their life stories to me after we’ve just met.
I write a lot of things that don’t end up with my name on them. My dad doesn’t get it, but he’s still always very excited to see the fruits of my labor.
I tell stories for a living because I’m hellbent on making sense of the world around me, and words are the best way I’ve found to do that.