This past week I flew to Los Angeles, attended an award show and two parties in Hollywood, worked a video game convention for three days, walked around Disney theme parks for 15 hours straight, shipped a video game on two platforms, lost my voice, caught a cold, and started reading short fiction from a book that was published in 1988. Some of these things were fun, some were not, and I can tell you with all certainty that short fiction brings me back to a centered place.

I turn 35 today and did nothing out of the ordinary to mark the occasion, except for this here blog post. My only wish is for kindness and reason, and the wisdom to see that others need that, too.