This story is sponsored by Fracture. Yes, we were in Ireland and Norway and Italy and have retraced our dating steps on South Street in Philadelphia, but it’s the granular details, the moments in miniature from those days spent helplessly falling in love and later, traveling the world together, that […]
I woke from a dream, startled and out of breath. Beads of sweat were pasted to my forehead. I couldn’t see a damn thing. The room was black and statuesque. Not even the neighboring cicadas were whimpering into the void. Only the patter of stray raindrops broke the silence. Reaching […]
This story is sponsored by Crest In years past I’ve given him NFL football player’s jerseys. Well, jersey t-shirts because I’m not made of solid gold, ya know? There were also Star Wars and Lord of the Rings LEGO sets and Xbox One shoot ‘em up games (that I remain […]
I feel shitty about it still. It was the opening night in New Orleans and for weeks there was giddy talk of a return to Preservation Hall. Me and the fellas. It was going to be epic. Only, by 8:30pm, as the party wound down, I had already retreated to […]
*This post is sponsored by Amazon and their new Amazon Appstore Rad Parents Club You love your Amazon Fire device, I know you do, and I can’t blame you one bit. They are so slim, so sleek, so simple to use, and it is soooo easy to access the Amazon […]
This started because I needed a Lyft. I needed to get from the train station to home. 2 miles, not a grand distance. I’d have walked but I had luggage and anyway, there’s a sidewalk for only about half of the trek. I didn’t think there would be any Lyft […]
This post is sponsored by Lexington Law It took over a half decade to fully escape the whole financial mess I made for myself as a young man. Many overtime hours were clocked by my fiancé and I both and many sacrifices were made in an effort to completely pay […]
This story is sponsored by Crest Nostalgia is of no interest to me. The music of my youth is not being rammed down my kids’ throats and I’m not banging on about how much better anything was when I was their age. I also eschew tradition-for-tradition sake thinking. Progress, man! […]
