Across the calendar a line of Xs stand upon the dates that we have kissed goodbye. Each line an ending, a memory, and one step closer to hugging someone at the last possible minute. The year goes out with a bang, just as it arrived. It spends its last week ...

Popular thought suggests that there is a spark inside all of us. Personal experience is that some shine brighter than others. That doesn’t devalue anyone. It just is. Accept it or change it. It’s your spark. Mine twists like a lighthouse in a windstorm. It is either lost through waves ...

Today is December 1, 2011 and according to the Mayans, the mustache has ended. This is good news. Mustaches and my face do not get along. In fact, the only thing that looks worse on my face is a fist (or whatever dirty joke you just came up with). I ...

We passed the flags flying halfway up. Waves of people walked alongside us. Some found themselves caught in sudden bursts of empathy, while others never even gave a glance. The flags carried on regardless. Ten years since it happened. Ten more birthdays for my stepfather. Ten more anniversaries of the ...

It starts with an email. Then there is phone call. You might get some training on their system. There are some guidelines. You print out a contract and some tax forms, sign them, and email them back to sender. You write your first post. Maybe there is some feedback. Maybe ...

At the top of the hill lives an old man in an old house with a will to walk much stronger than his legs. He is a series of shuffles and waves and long pauses that feel like a moment and look like forever. His sidewalk is littered with chairs ...

I have no idea who you are. I shake your hand. I read your blog. I laugh at your jokes over beers and football. We chat during chance meetings at random places in a random world full of near misses and perfect timing. Your kids and my kids play together. ...

Just because I have to tell you that I’m tall, handsome and talented doesn’t mean it isn’t so. It just implies you have a loose grasp on the obvious, and I don’t blame you for that. I blame society. The obvious was much quicker to register when it wasn’t going ...

I see you, Forty. Your hairline is thin and your waistline full. The bags under your eyes were packed thoroughly with souvenirs and anger. Each wrinkle on your face is a lesson learned, and each scar the lesson taught. You are the looking glass and you are through it. We ...

This isn’t about me. It’s about my friend, who is obviously an idiot. You don’t know him. He lives somewhere else and doesn’t have a Facebook account. I met him at Niagara Falls, which he apparently walked to. Did I mention he’s an idiot? Anyway, here’s the question: Let’s say, ...