Batkid
This time of year, I usually send out the same story about a little girl in a puffy pink jacket, who I sat next to on a flight around Christmastime.
Happy
People are waving at me right now, standing on ginormous floating beds of flowers. Am I supposed to wave back? I mean, they’re behind the digital pixels and glass screens of television. They can’t see me. But they all look so happy. And that’s been a
