So I was peeking in on Google+ this afternoon at about 3:30 and saw a dude post a link to the McKayla is Not Impressed tumblr. I thought it was funny so I plus one’d it, and shared it on…
Hope isn’t a goal. It’s not a thing we control. It’s not tangible. We can’t wear it around our necks. Hope lives in the center of our chest as a gaslight. When we need the strength, we turn the dial…
Yesterday was my 48th birthday. I woke with my wife wishing me a happy birthday, followed by a full-grown shepherd planting his elbows into my abdomen as he tried licking my face off. I grabbed a coffee and sat down…
Funny thing about hitting bottom – when you’re down there, you’ve got two options: stay down or get up. On this particular day, I chose to get up. I was sitting in an AA meeting in Midtown Manhattan. A basement…
I hate saying goodbye to July – with its laughter skipping across the shimmering sea. And its fireworks. And sun-kissed cheeks. I hate saying goodbye to July – with its late nights carrying little girls to bed. Little girls who…
July 1991. Flushing, New York. I was roused awake by a hammering at the door. I jumped up, and quickly fell backward onto the couch. The clock in the corner flashed 9:21. I stood again, took three steps across…
Writer. Father to daughters. Husband. Ad man. Raised by wolves. 
