People often ask me what it is I like to do in my free time. To which I say, mind your own freaking business. If I wanted you to know about it I would put it on the blog. Or Twitter. Or Facebook. But probably not Google Plus. But then ...
Where were you 10 years ago today? I’ll throw you a bone, it was a Friday and the world, according to some country singer, was still turning. America was unattacked and the majority of its citizens were far smarter than the president. My children were still years away from being ...
“Aren’t candles bad for the ozone?” he asked. “What do you know about the ozone?” “I saw it on a cartoon,” he replied. “Of course you did. Yeah, I suppose someone is making the case that candles are bad. Still, we’re saving electricity. It’s a wash.” “You can’t fucking win,” ...
I was fairly stationary as a child. I lived in the same house until college. Then I lived in the same area for another ten years. I was never more than 40 minutes away from anyone, friend, family or foe. Not that I had any foes, but I did have ...
Inland was warmth and sunshine and days of summer stretching wearily. The coast, however, was 20 degrees cooler and worked in so many shades of gray. The sky fell into the sea and the waves rolled across my cold feet before running up the stairs to take their place at ...
For the past two years my wife and I have both worked from the home. It took its toll on us. We found ourselves arguing about the little things that shouldn’t even be mentioned, let alone at decibels that only the neighbors could hear. We bickered over the bickerless and ...
Nine years is a long time. Things change. Children are born. Loved ones pass. Moving boxes are packed, unpacked and then packed again. Nine years is a long time, but the montage is quick when you get to the end. The soundtrack is exactly what you would have picked. We ...
Waking in the cold dawn it all turned to ash instantly. - Cormac McCarthyWhen we left the sunrise was at our back. We drove through dark and ice and the sound of boys falling in and out of sleep. The tundra ...
From my office I can watch the leaves fall upon the deck and melt in pools of red and yellow. They do not fight it. They have served their purpose. They have accepted their fate. Theirs is to fall beneath a constant drizzle and breaths of ...