“I’m sorry to tell you this, honey, but this book is me at my worst.” “Oh, I know it is, dear. I know.” As a…
They say that astronauts become more of themselves the longer they’re in space. The capsule becomes an echo chamber, one’s quirks bouncing off the walls,…
I’m in no rush here, but before I kick it, I’d like to find a place to be buried, somewhere to rest my bones that…
There are holes in my education I tell you. Gaping holes. Black holes. Vortexes of ignorance that need to be carefully skirted lest the gilded…
I snuck into another reading group this summer, a sensibly paced one with bite-sized assignments: essays, chapters, meditations. I figured I could swing it. And…
My wife tells me I’ve got a problem with the T-shirts, the black T-shirts. I have dozens, some unworn, tags attached, in a bin in…
Bob Weir dropped some good advice in a GQ interview not long ago. But before I get to that, let me acknowledge that my relationship…
What was blogging before blogging? Odd question as now we’re pretty much living in a post-blog world. Sure, there are people with their own personal…
“Every summer I fight the dream of running away.” Sometimes a line sticks with you. I wrote that in a heartbeat years ago, submitting one…
I left them working, the car looking disgraced and empty with the engine open and the parts spread on the work bench, and went in…