While you're putting the final touches on your costume and trying not to eat the candy before the kids come, I want to add a couple more celebrations to your schedule. There's a trifecta of holidays hitting tomorrow, so get ready to party!

Shout out to warm, sunny autumn days! It feels luxurious to be skipping socks and heading out in a tank top in October. Frankly, if winter was like this, I could more easily tolerate the late sunrises and early sunsets.

Nine years ago, I realized that a membership to the MMFA was pretty affordable. Entrance for two adults is about $40, while an annual membership for me plus a guest is about $100. No brainer.

A few years ago I had a dream that was pretty weird, even for me. I was laying in a coffin, fully alive, surrounded by loved ones, preparing for death. I wasn't old, and I didn't feel sick, but that's how the dream started, and it felt like this had been well-planned.

Alright kids, let's talk about mental health. I'm in a weird funk, and the best way I know to deal with it is openly, honestly, and hopefully in a way that resonates.

We've all heard the term big fish in a small pond, or the alternative small fish in a big pond, but I wonder how much we really think about it. Okay, so in this analogy, we’re all fish. (For some reason there's no human saying for this.)

This one is for the workers. Not the CEOs or majority shareholders, not the landlords or millionaire influencers, but the workers. This is for the phone jockeys, the hustlers, the baristas, and the cubicle dwellers: I see you.

Our brains are busy. Within every minute they’re processing 11 million points of data without our awareness. Obviously a lot gets filtered out as unimportant (which makes it even more interesting that a song from 1992 can pop into my head with full lyrics while I'm doing dishes).

One of the things I dig about social media, is that for the first time in human history, elders can drop their perspective and advice to the younger generations at large.

Recently, tragedy befell a friend of mine. It was the kind of occurrence that leaves you gasping and touching your heart, thinking there but for the grace of God go I, or perhaps of all the dice in this Universe, that might've been my roll, whichever you prefer. But this isn't about her dice or her sadness: this is about what happened next.