What the world needs now is dorks, more dorks.
My mom called me a dork before I even knew what the term meant. At a formative age, I turned to that big red book on the top shelf and was even more confused: a whale’s WHAT?! But in her nurturing mind, it was a term of endearment, a way for her to show me that by being a dork, I was superior in intellect from those around me—or at least this is what I’m telling myself now.Read More








