I would have never done it, but isn’t that what they all say. It probably goes without saying that waking for the day at 2:37, 3:14, or 3:51 in the morning, every morning and in excruciating pain at that, has a myriad of only negative consequences on a person. The […]
We were beat tired. Tired like the punchlines from her kid sister’s joke book. The two of us, dad and daughter. We’d completely run out of steam. After a long night and early morning of driving… After 75 minutes of hurling ourselves around a frozen curling court… After hours spent […]
On some base level it’s always been about the search for a connection. I’ve got two older brothers, 11 and 12 years my elder. One has the business he took over from our dad. That’s a tie that binds in ways on an off a Quickbooks payroll file. The other […]
Please, god, if you’re awake and happen to have one of the TVs tuned to this archery supply place in the middle of Amish country (you’re cool with them, right?) right now, please please please help send one of her arrows through one god damn (shit, sorry about that) balloon. […]
The phone dings, that familiar modern sound alerting us of something new, cutting through the hiss of onions sauteing in hot oil in the kitchen, breaking the still silence of a bedroom at night or, in this case, emanating from the lone back pocket of knit shorts with red and […]
The license has long become something they just have, no biggie anymore, and the drink is, probably, something they’ve already had in excess but the drinking itself has become official and so it is celebrated. After all, who doesn’t love a good celebration? A toast to you, kid. Happy birthday. […]
There was no way I’d ever do it. None. Zip. Zilch. Zero. I would never drive a car in Ireland because years earlier my favorite writer had done so, crashed on the impossibly narrow Irish country roads, suffered debilitating head injuries, and eventually took his own life once back […]
This golf story needed a rewrite before the first sentence had been put down because even with the most radiant light there are shadows. Mine was a childhood spent in Payne Stewart style knickers (possibly the origin point of the Bogle cuff) walking upwind to avoid the long tail of […]
