Category: Superstitions & Beliefs

I used to think that logic was the only currency that mattered in business. I sat in my home office…

I remember the first time I felt that phantom vibration in my right thigh. It was a drizzly Tuesday in…

I woke up gasping, my chest tight and my t-shirt clinging to my skin like a second, cold layer of…

I used to think my grandmother was just being difficult when she snatched the butter knife out of my hand…

I was three hours into a drive through the rain-soaked Appalachian mountains when the first sign hit me. Not a…

I stood in the center of that empty living room in 2010, the keys still cold in my hand, and…

I used to think that the flight deck was the ultimate sanctuary of cold, hard logic. For fifteen years, I…

I still remember the sharp, sudden intake of breath from my grandmother when I tossed my mud-caked sneakers onto her…

I woke up at 3:14 AM with my heart hammering against my ribs like a trapped bird, the taste of…

I was sitting in my ergonomic chair, the one with that rhythmic squeak that always seems to harmonize with the…