Reflections from Forced Rest …

I was determined to handle this with the pert good cheer of Dolly Parton (or me, I guess), or, at the very minimum, the stoicism of Bill Belichick.

Forensics (not Files), 1995, and today.

I’ve been a nerd for a very long time. And I’ve loved stringing words together for even longer. Back in high school, both of these self-evident truths manifested into three years on the speech team, where my group of like-minded geeks traveled in a stuffy Crayola green van all over the state to complete with…