Today is the 20th anniversary of 9/11. The sky is as blue as it was that morning, the sun is shining as brightly, and there’s a nice breeze passing by that portends the arrival of fall. I was 33 years old on 9/11. Now I’m 53. 33 feels like a lifetime ago. 9/11 feels like…
Category: Life
Surviving COVID
No, I don’t have COVID. To my knowledge, I’ve never had it, although there’s a part of me that wonders if that month-long “cold” that knocked me on my ass and gave me conjunctivitis at the end of 2019 was really COVID. I’ll never know. At this point, I’m one of the fortunate people who…
A Plague On All Our Houses
ROMEOCourage, man; the hurt cannot be much. MERCUTIONo, ’tis not so deep as a well, nor so wide as achurch-door; but ’tis enough, ’twill serve: ask forme to-morrow, and you shall find me a grave man. Iam peppered, I warrant, for this world. A plague o’ both your houses! ‘Zounds, a dog, a rat, a…
Man or Mouse
Are you a Man? Or are you a Mouse? The year is 1986. I’m a senior in high school. At one point during this seminal year of my life, one of my friends — can’t remember who — caught the gambling bug and came up with the idea of having a poker night at his…
Until Death Do Us Conditionally Part
I picked up M. at aftercare the other night and ran into the father of one of M.’s aftercare friends — someone I’d gotten to know a bit over the past year through our daughters’ playdates and birthday parties. A year ago, I was still in the midst of finalizing my divorce and adjusting to…
Hello, 2020
And so a new decade is upon us. We call them decades and give them weight because someone decided that 10 years was the right amount of years to bunch together and deem significant. I think it began with Pythagoras. His followers started a cult that worshipped numbers, and believe it or not, they actually…
Shiny Happy People
Happy. Happy. Happy. Happy. Say it 20 times and the word, like all words, starts to lose its meaning and all you hear is the sound: Hap-pee. Hap-pee. If there is one truism in life, it’s that people want to be happy. Doesn’t matter where you live, or where you’re from, or what your station…
The Meaning of Life (Part 1)
This seems like an overly ambitious subject to be tackling on only the second post of my blogging rebirth, but I got some pretty good sleep last night and it’s a sunny Saturday with nothing pressing on my agenda, so fuck it, I’m feeling overly ambitious. I spend an inordinate amount of time contemplating the…
I’m Back
After an almost 10 year blogging hiatus, with a great deal of joyous/heart-breaking/incredible/incredibly shitty life experience in between that will serve as content for this renewed self-absorbed excursion of mine, I’m back to blogging. Why? Why bother? Why now? A lot of reasons, but the biggest one is that I need to write like some…