A poem — If not for a twist of fate We never would have met A stretch of sand, an old beach house A beautiful sunset The lapping water from the lake A waxing crescent moon Fireflies skirt the sand Above the nearest dune Guitars are strummed Two or three Slightly out of tune The harmonies…

Is this the beginning of the end? Last week two of my friends asked me if I wanted to go to South East Asia with them. I’ve already been to Southeast Asia twice and visited Singapore, Thailand, Hong Kong, and Cambodia. These were both great trips, but they took place…

ChatGPT is a game-changing technology that has the potential to revolutionize the way we interact with machines and access information. Unlike cryptocurrencies, which are primarily used for financial transactions, or the metaverse, which is a virtual reality space for gaming and socializing, ChatGPT is a natural language processing tool that…

There’s a disturbing trend on LinkedIn that needs to stop — I’ve been laid off several times during my career. The first thing I did was to update my résumé and start looking for a new job. The LAST thing I didn’t do was post five paragraphs about how great the company was that let me go, and how grateful I…

A poem Sand me down to nothingness take away my voice erase all of my agency leave me with no choice Take from me my inner peace my hopes, dreams, and opinions lump me in with your fallen add me to your minions Take my mind, take my thoughts remove all…

A poem — Fluorescent, luminescent, incandescent, how you glow Your beauty knows no boundaries, lean in embrace the flow Your hair like silk, a taffeta, a cascading blinding sheen Your skin as soft as babies' breath a whisper like a dream Your voice angelic from above clear and never gruff Your touch assures like…

A poem — Falling in love is just as risky as eating gas station sushi It may be the best thing you’ve ever experienced Or you may end up retching on the floor due to a broken heart or a hole in your stomach The ultimate challenge is that if you don’t take that…

A poem — I can smell the mold from three doors down though the smell does not repulse but reassures It’s late for a Thursday but the regulars can’t tell time and still have calendars that say 2019 I take my seat at the bar’s bend on the cracked leather stool that most unconsciously avoid…

How the organizers of the Chicago Marathon successfully ferried pedestrians across the course during the race — Organizing and executing a successful marathon in a large city like Chicago is not an easy task. Planning starts the day after the previous year’s marathon and continues for a full year; right up to the day of the race. There is a seemingly endless list of factors to consider: …