Yesterday I had the opportunity to meet Peter Shankman. You probably already know about him, so I don’t have to give you those details. What you probably don’t know is that he’s a really good guy. I met him via…
Osama Bin Laden is dead. Unlike many of my friends, I don’t feel vindicated, however. And don’t give me the ‘you’re not a New Yorker – you don’t know how it feels’ crap, either. It’s true, I didn’t know anyone…
Sitting at my desk. A pile of unnecessary receipts on the floor next to me. It’s the end of the month and things are getting reconciled. A stream of sunlight enters and floods the corner of my right eye, then bounces…
I wrote a piece of fiction a while back that was intended to remind us of how lucky we are to breathe. How at any moment, life as we know it can change. And how schlepping through basic…
1) Sarcasm is easily misinterpreted on the phone. 2) I have a face for radio and a voice for Twitter. Which is to say, I don’t like my voice. 3) Having to hold my hand up to my…
It’s 1:30 a.m. on a Wednesday morning. I’m laying in a double bed next to my seven-year-old daughter, who is snoring away. The bedroom of the house we are in is located between the kitchen and the living room…
Writer. Father to daughters. Husband. Ad man. Raised by wolves. 
