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#68 None of You Stand So Tall

I reposted something on FaceBook today: a photo of a very mean, very old nun in full habit aggressively wielding a yardstick. The caption...

#67 Riding Around With the Car Top Down and the Radio On

I’m back in Brooklyn after a month at the Jersey Shore where I slowly became the alternate universe version of myself. The one who gets a...

#66 Who Could Ask For Anything More?

Like many of us who were in NYC on that fateful day 19 years ago, I can't stand to see the photos, videos, and memes of the smoke, the...

#62 Ain't About What's Waiting on the Other Side

I number my posts because, in 2019, I vowed that I would write 100 essays over the course of the year. I figured that would be an easy...

#59 Baby Won't You Let Me Have a Little Time to Hide

The other night my sister, Kim, shared a memory. We were kids- she was probably 14 and I was 10. It was a Saturday night in the summer...

#56 Pedal to Whatever

It’s 11:16pm. In 46 minutes, I will be 50 years old. It’s weird and cool and exciting and UGH and WOW. But the thing that’s on my mind is...

#53 My Heart Was Gone When We Reached Avalon

One-inch picture frame: Going the to the seashore Even in their leanest financial years, my parents always managed to make sure the whole...

#52 This Is the Way to Turn Your World Around

The great thing about writing these blog essays is the conversations they open up with friends and family. I love the comments but also...

#50 I Said There Is No Reason For My Fear

I’m on Week 10 of 12 in The Artist's Way and it’s a tough one. TAW is basically a 12-step program for “creative recovery” so it’s all an...

#49 I Get a Check on Friday, But It's Already Spent

I gave myself another one-inch picture frame assignment: my 90s “temp” job. Before I landed in advertising, I worked at a number of...

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