In case you didn’t hear, a few weeks ago I fell unconscious 15′ from my roof without injury. I’ve never choked before. Until tonight. Woofing down a garlic knot, I was screaming at all the kids in my kitchen when…
My first gig in advertising was working in-house for Citibank. A department they aptly named N-house. A year before, Citibank hired a copywriter-art director team from Saatchi & Saatchi out of Manhattan, and brought them down to their operations campus in Jacksonville…
There was once a time, not long ago, when we’d yell “Love!” as my wife drove the kids away. First me. Then them. Then me again. Then (faintly) them. Then once more for good measure I’d cup my hands around…
It’s 2016 and we’re deep into another political season in the United States. It’s fun, isn’t it? Like the Olympics. It’s actually not fun. It’s a four year reminder of why I have so little hope for the future of…
Do you know how hard it is to keep creating when so few seem to notice? Not that hard, actually. Not when you have almost no control over it. You can’t be concerned with how what you create affects others…
I’ve heard it said that when a loved one is injured, your thoughts go right to them. Even when the loved one is maliciously injured. That all of your energy goes to your injured loved one to keep them…
Writer. Father to daughters. Husband. Ad man. Raised by wolves. 
