I want to tell you about a moment that happened a few weeks back. When the hotel’s elevator doors suck shut and the telltale bell-tone sounds its ascent, I finally feel that solitude that I’ve come to know, so often, back home. It’s a strange sort of alone. An isolation I can sometimes find solace(…)
Dear Aaron, Unsolicited parenting pearls are like rashy asses
I always pictured a long list of “whys” for my inaugural blog launch but I think this will suffice. I scratched it in haste, in a green, Italian-leather bound journal, while still in the hospital, just days after the birth of my first born. There it sat, largely untouched until, three years later, more than(…)