Post-Yuletide Blues Post-Yuletide Blues I didn’t know what to do the day after Christmas. So I stayed in my pajamas until 11 a.m.
The Final Peanut: Disjointed Notes from a Florida Vacation The Final Peanut: Disjointed Notes from a Florida Vacation I drummed up a little contest for the two adults in the car. I grabbed a tin of Mr. Planters cocktail peanuts from the passenger seat. Placed a single nut in my mouth.
Some Days it Really is Like This Some Days it Really is Like This Small things can still wonder. Gods don’t have that luxury. I don’t think it’d be all that fun to be a God.
Like a Dog in the Woods in the Nighttime Like a Dog in the Woods in the Nighttime When I was in my early 20s, I took a bus to New York City for no reason other than to do it.
Movement is for the Living Movement is for the Living I could wake up tomorrow, walk into my front yard and be attacked by a rabid bobcat.
A Long Way from Harbor Island A Long Way from Harbor Island Every time something major is poised to happen in my life, my wife, Caitlin, and I split for the coast. This is a deliberate action.
May All Your Grapes Be Damn Sweet May All Your Grapes Be Damn Sweet I’m not one to believe in vague portents, but after living through a year as awful as 2020, I’m not really sure what to believe anymore.
Just Keep Living, Kid Just Keep Living, Kid There’s no telling how these things will play out, what his life will hold for him, because right now he’s just an idea, a bump in Caitlin’s stomach.
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