A man and woman have sex, and we are brought into the world on a spark of electricity, slapped on the ass, and told that we are unique. And we are. There is no other human being on the planet exactly like us. However, by virtue of being human, we’re not original. And we’re not creative. We paint pictures with our fingers and mold coffee mugs out of clay in grade school, and then told how creative we are. We write…
I’ve been getting a lot of feedback on my writing lately. Most all of it is positive. And I’m grateful for every little bit. As a kid I loved to write, but never thought I’d ‘be’ a writer. I just wrote stories. Neither of my parents went to college, and so they just figured I’d get a job out of High School like everyone else, and go work for a trucking company the rest of my life. I got a…
September 2011 I’m not one of those dads who denies the advancement of technology. Especially when it comes to technology that accesses the Internet. In fact, I’m just the opposite. As a result, our daughters enjoy a range of devices that access various parts of the Internet. Granted, their macbook is armed to the teeth with restrictions in terms of how long they use the device, at what times, what kinds of sites they can access, what kind of content…
Last night at dinner, we were all sitting around laughing and bickering and talking about our days, when our youngest daughter Cozette (8) told us that she shared five personal things with her class (as part of a way for students to get to know each other). We asked to see the five things she shared, and so she got up and retrieved a paper sack. Inside of the sack were the kinds of things you’d expect: a sentimental stuffed…
Note: I wrote the following on September 16, 2001. Time heals all wounds. Almost. My daughter cries a few feet from where my wife and I embrace. It’s been five days since the tragedy, and each day brings with it a new range of emotions to explore. Or ignore. I’ve yet to feel rage, however. Though I know it’s as much in me as it is in you. As a young man, I would have screamed for vengeance by now, but…
For as long as I’ve been a copywriter, I’ve worked around designers who touted Apple products. For years I blew them off as dogmatic brand ambassadors. I was a writer – all I needed was a pencil and pad of paper. Then, back in 2009, I bought a refurbished iMac. It was so brilliant, so quickly, that I immediately decided to turn my entire home and office into an Apple shop. Two years later and, well, I’m not going to…
