Since I was sixteen, I’ve lived a life in glass — a life of clean cuts and sharp edges; of broken windows and shattered mirror; of blood spatter and stitches… Continue reading
…there’s something dangerously intoxicating about a title like that. It’s both threatening and evocative, in turn conversational and cruelly prophetic. It’s the kind of title that sits in the back of your mind and never lets you forget it… Continue reading
…I’ve heard it said more times than I can count (and twice just this past weekend): If I dislike my job so much, why don’t I find something else? To my mind, the answer should be obvious… Continue reading
Christmas is a mess of a holiday, and it’s meaning is always changing, but I love it all the same. And while some atheists might prefer to say “Happy Holidays” or some other such nonsense, I’ll forever say … Continue reading
… I was impressed by the results; so too was my wife … until she got a closer look and remarked that Toppik made it look like my head was growing mold… Continue reading
Getting angry, while sometimes appropriate, is not always the wisest and most effective approach. And here, my atheist and believer friends, are four very good reasons why… Continue reading
You’d think I’d be jealous of Chuck’s good fortune. Yet I’m not. I’m actually happy for him. And nobody could be more surprised by that response than me… Continue reading
Multiple Sclerosis ravages the body – it is a kind of suffering that I can only imagine. Even so, you appear to be meeting it with a kind of quiet fortitude that is nothing short of inspiring… Continue reading
What follows are this year’s highlights, as determined by me. It’s as objective as the unquestionable superiority of crunchy peanut butter. Know the crunch. Respect the crunch… Continue reading
It’s important to set goals. Even more important, though, is achieving those goals. You work hard, you struggle, and despite some initial setbacks, you push through to the end. You did it, bro. Good job … Continue reading
The popular position to take, after all, is that Christmas just isn’t what it used to be . . . you know, back when we were kids. I mean, you can’t even say “Merry Christmas” anymore, am I right? Continue reading
…I love movies so much that I frequently go to the theatre by myself. Actually, I sometimes prefer seeing movies by myself; company just distracts from the actual film… Continue reading
Here’s the thing: I don’t want to be just any kind of writer; I want to be a paid, professional one, particularly a novelist.
And this, my friends, is where you crank up the volume on Supertramp’s song, “Dreamer.” I’ll wait… Continue reading
four upstanding, highly educated, working professionals all agreed to hunker down in my basement, gather around a crappy microphone, and group-shout lyrics… Continue reading
That’s right. Back in the day, these cute little puffs of fur were used to herd livestock, as in 1,500 pound cows. Who be frontin’ now? Continue reading
