individualistic

It wasn’t always like this. There was a point in my life when I liked football, but I wasn’t a rabid fan like I am now. I think fantasy football really helped bring that out in me. When I discovered that it allowed me to appreciate players who aren’t on my favorite NFL team. Now, … Continue reading individualistic

a room of my own

When we first started talking about building a new house I told my wife that I didn’t really care about most of the particulars. It didn’t matter to me how many bathrooms there would be (there are 2 1/2), or how high the ceilings (8 feet), or even if our bedroom was upstairs or down. … Continue reading a room of my own

morning bell

In the mid-90’s I used to sleep in (when I could get away with it) and stay up all hours of the night. No, I wasn’t going clubbing every night. I wasn’t even leaving the house. I had just gotten a new VCR and I set it to copy episodes of Days of Our Lives … Continue reading morning bell

this december

“Stumbled ’round the block a thousand times. You missed every call that I had tried. So now I’m giving up. A heartbreak in mid-December. You don’t give a fuck.” ~Neck Deep (“December”) December inevitably comes like a thief in the night, at least in my world, because it follows hard on the heels of a … Continue reading this december

reactionary?

I’ve been working really hard not to react–to people, to comments, to situations that make me feel like I’m swimming upstream when I do react. I know what they look like, as I always have. There are those who like to challenge, to confront, to respond to everything with angst, or a holier-than-thou attitude, who … Continue reading reactionary?