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 […]
Thank you Amnesty International USA for sponsoring this post. A few nights ago, while dreaming of a relaxing winter weekend spent decorating the majestic 8-foot Douglas fir you and your kids thoughtfully selected then tied to the roof of your car and crossed-fingers it would still be up there by […]
We’ve managed to avoid major childhood injuries and medical procedures, and the accompanying debt-inducing healthcare bills, for the first 13.5 years of family life but the streak has ended with a momentous clattering. Both of our daughters need braces. Oof. And the right-handed teenager took a nasty spill whilst playing around […]
She should’ve been in her bed 30 minutes ago. Instead, she’s lying with me atop of mine, beneath a spinning fan pushing unseasonable cool air around the room. She’s chuckling, flopping around from side to side, getting out the evening goofs. Her teal hair are windshield wipers in front of […]
Tonight I navigated a minefield of half thoughts, forget-me-nots, botched assignments, personal responsibilities, overpriced mac-n-cheese, and frantic text messages flung from one coast to the other in a hopeful bid to nail down some semblance of a plan. I’ve been a terrible friend, and a worse husband, father, and son. […]
Third floor mattress on the deck AOL dial tone beside the desk Flecks of life beneath bare feet Doughnut boxes and newsprint fingers Lyrics on the cracked white wall Flailing heart on a sleeve A gross misunderstanding of nostalgia Listening to her having sex downstairs With Aaron or Lance or […]
What would we do if social media, all of it — Facebook, Twitter, Instagram, Snapchat, shit, even LinkedIn and Google+ (wait, that IS dead, right?) — what would we do if all of it went away right now. Poof, gone. No more notifications, no more DMs, no more Likes, no […]
The minor key drone of “City Ride” is bouncing off the molded plastic dashboard as the car shimmies at the red light, two turns away from home. To say the expression I’m wearing as I stare without purpose into the morning sunshine is blank would be giving it far too […]
