My Lightning lost game seven to the team of my youth.
I’d like to introduce Chara’s long stick to his large intestine as much as the next Lightning fan, because Florida is my home now. When I say I’m going home, I’m always referring to Dunedin, not Boston or Billerica.
It took a long time for this place to become home. We moved from a neighborhood of young families and…
Seventeen years ago today, on another Saturday afternoon, Cheryl and I got married. Unfortunately, I got sick the night after our wedding and we spent our honeymoon in the ER. I spent it doing unmentionable things with the contents of my stomach.
Today, all these years later, we spent the day in a familiar spot – a hospital – this time with Adam as he had his ailing appendix…
Adam still likes stuffed animals. We thought he might outgrow this “faze” by the time he started kindergarten. He hasn’t.
Don’t get me wrong, this is not something that disturbs me in any way. In fact, it’s just the opposite. It reflects his personality – a sweet, sensitive kid. Often he’ll notice I’m not feeling too well, and without a word…
I spend a lot of time writing about depression, cancer, sleep disorders, and generally unpleasant stuff.
Today I’m writing about a letter my boss received a little while ago. I was the subject.
In my line of work, or just about any line of work I suppose, a letter to your boss is usually not good. Letter writers tend to be motivated by anger, or some negative emotion, probably because it’s…
It’s not the kind of vindication I wanted.
Some of us go through life deluding ourselves that our experiences are wholly unique. We experience an accident or fall victim to illness and we believe we are alone. We are not alone, but we don’t know it. Maybe it’s because we’re unique among our peers, where our physical and mental injuries are concerned. The internet makes the world a little…
I’ll bet you didn’t know I owned Apple. No, not AN apple. This isn’t a post about an epic journey to the grocery store. This is the story of something I wanted to do for a long time: buy stock in my favorite computer company. This isn’t a story of buying low and selling high, of market savvy, or mad money.
This is a love story.
If you’ve been on Apple train for the…
I’m in trouble.
Don’t get me wrong, it’s always great to be a Florida Gator, but I’m not sure my fragile nerves can take another deep run in The Show. Tell me, how many sleep specialists do you suppose recommend staying up past your bedtime with a sleep disorder?
Ha-yeah?!?
How many of those fine specimens of medical know-how would recommend engaging in stressful…
The stop sign just up the street from our house does more than control vehicle traffic. It controls a little piece of my kids’ lives. A stop sign should add an element of predictability to the cars passing by. It should slow them down. It should make drivers more aware of pedestrians and the kids who swarm the neighborhood.
It doesn’t.
If anything it makes traffic less predictable. If…
People romanticize snippets of the past and I’m no different. If you listen to me talk about my UF years, you’d think:
1. I got straight As.*
2. I spent four years in Gainesville with Cheryl, a time overflowing with love, joy, learning, and fulfillment.
3. Ambrosia came with every meal. They only had enough to serve it as a side though.**
4. Classmates followed me on campus, collecting…