I got sober. Life got big.
Heyyyyyy party people! It's been a few months. Is everyone having an awesome summer?!?!It's funny because it's sad. Ha! Ha! I generally try to write some words of reflection or wisdom on my soberversaries, something about what I learned in the previous year. But then came the spring of 2020. Fuck, man. I'm not sure…
Continue reading ➞ Day 2,557: Happy (Is Happy Still a Thing?) 7th Soberversary to Me
[First, a quick announcement that I have an essay called "Yes, And" forthcoming from Amazon Original Stories on July 30th, and you can pre-order it here for just $1.99! This is a long, meaty piece about marriage, monogamy, and secrets. It took me three years to write and I really hope you enjoy reading it.…
Continue reading ➞ Day 2,191: Scrapping & Yelling & Mixing It Up
Psst...wanna see what my book looks like? It looks like this: I used to work in publishing, so I can tell you that landing the right cover can be tough and involve lots of revisions and arguments. (You'd be surprised how many writers aren't crazy about the final cover they end up with, simply because the cover…
We interred my father-in-law's ashes last week. He died eight years ago, but my mother-in-law never got around to scattering the ashes and in the meantime, the Catholic Church made some kind of rule change about who gets into heaven based on how their ashes are handled. I wanted to say, "Oh, come on. If heaven exists,…
Someone was rude to me in a work meeting last week and I called him on it. It wasn't a big drama. He cast a condescending aspersion, I calmly corrected it and requested he not do that again, he muttered an apology, and the meeting moved on. Except the me part of the meeting. As…
Have you seen the streaming series I Love Dick? It's a dark comedy (based on a 1997 cult novel) about husband-and-wife artists at a residency in Marfa, Texas. The wife, Chris, falls fast and hard for Dick, the macho artist who runs the institute. Dick is totally uninterested in Chris, which doesn't stop her from writing him scores of increasingly unhinged…
Am I a dissident now? I thought yesterday, reflecting on national events that have not exactly worked out to my liking. It's not an everyday word, dissident--it makes me think of tanks and gulags, Vaclav Havel and Andrei Sakharov. Not me, walking around on a dignified low boil, making practical contingency plans I hope I won't need.…
I wrote today's first post before going back and reading the many, many blog comments I received in the wake of "Enjoli." I hadn't looked at them before because for some of the reasons I talked about in my last couple of posts, I just needed to be in a quiet space for a bit.…
You know how when you procrastinate about doing something it can start to make you feel guilty, and then you procrastinate even more, and then you feel even guiltier, and so on into a vortex of black nothingness? Yeah. But I'm back! Guiltily. As you'll see, things have been kinda busy, not that that is any excuse. …
I started a heart-rate running training plan yesterday and it's already killing me. The idea of HR training is to expand your aerobic capacity and reduce burnout by doing most of your running at 140 beats per minute or less. As your hearts learns to supply oxygen to your blood more efficiently, you can go further and faster at…
Off-Dry 