Jeffrey Pillow

At the end of eight grade, my mom had a painting I did in Mrs.

I drove my son to school this morning.

Twenty five years ago, on September 11, 2001, I walked into a Taco Bell in Farmville, Virginia, on a lunch break and heard one of the staff, a National Guard member, say, “We’re under attack.

A trip to Plan 9 Music I took my son and daughter to Plan 9 Music on Saturday.

Despite my reservations about the sanitary conditions of all-you-can-eat buffets, it’s on our family bucket list, a rite of passage my children have yet to experience.

A bald-faced hornet’s nest has been steadily growing in an eave on my house.

It’s easier not doing the thing than doing the thing, whatever the thing happens to be for you in this very moment in time.

On Tuesday, I went running for the first time in six months and wrote about it because that’s historically what people with blogs do when they’ve taken it upon themselves to do any kind of physical exercise for the first time in a seemingly long time.

Five years ago, in March 2021, my friend and cousin Gary Hamlett passed away at the age of 41.

I went for a two mile run today.

In late 2013, I bought a MacBook Pro.

A personal essay about a dog, the brazen squirrels in our backyard, and what remains after years of watching, waiting, chasing, and aging.