Sometimes I wish to be a bird. To rule the world from high and low. To flit about on the sultry air; to catch my dinner in midair; to land on a branch and sing. Sunshine on my feathers, water…
Two friends have lunch. “All I’m saying is that you voted for the amendment banning gay marriage – and you’re an idiot.” Man One said. “Ok, ok, you can be mean all you want, but you sound like a sore…
A few weeks ago I scratched my chest causing a tiny, little sore to appear. I put some Bactine on it and didn’t think of it again until a week later when it hadn’t healed. I usually heal very fast…
As a boy, I only saw my father every other weekend when he’d come pick up me in Jacksonville and take me down to his house near Gainesville. My father was a racist. I don’t think he really thought of…
Yesterday, Adam Yauch of the Beastie Boys died. Of cancer. He was 47. I wasn’t much of a Beastie Boys fan, but it’s sad that a young man died of cancer, nonetheless. And it makes me wonder. I am 47…
Don’t color outside the lines. Don’t dilly dally. Don’t forget to brush your teeth. Don’t talk to strangers. Don’t give me that look, mister. Don’t cross the street without looking both ways. Don’t throw it right down the middle of…
Writer. Father to daughters. Husband. Ad man. Raised by wolves. 
