Articles by Chris Sabin

When I was in high school, its safe to say that I did not always get along with my parents. My younger brother and I very rarely ate meals with them—tensions were that high. Now…

Valentine’s Day — like other holidays when you’re working retail, it sucks. But it’s especially depressing if you’re not in a relationship. People with chocolate, wine, cards, roses, etc., rushing off to be with their…

I’ve written a few times about my buddy, J-Cat. In my last installment I wrote that I had a dream about him which I took as a premonition of his death. A couple of years…

Working at a supermarket, I was sometimes tempted—against my better judgement—to buy a roasted chicken from the hot case in the store. “Don’t do it,” my co-workers  in the kitchen advised. I listened. They should…

I almost died the other day. I almost had an accident. And it was all my fault. I am not a great driver. I am not a good driver. I didn’t start driving until late…

I’ve only had a car about ten years which means that for a large part of my adult life I relied on the kindness of friends and relatives and public transportation to get around. When…

One afternoon at the store my boss offered half of her barbecue beef sandwich. She had bought it up the street at a new restaurant and she couldn’t finish it.  “But it’s good,” she told…

I go running most mornings. Not very far, but often. I go running and then afterwards, I stop at the grocery store where I work. I get a donut, a cup of coffee and sit…