We all get to wake-up at certain times in our lives, for better or for worse, and realize just how lost or found we really are. These were two of my such (very contrasted) awakenings.
Fatherhood. Isn't it really about... Time?
This is the story of the time I told my parents a big fat lie and threw my little sister under the bus...
This is the story of the time my son caught me off-guard when he started slewing the most incredible string of curse words I've ever heard in my life.
I had an hour to kill, so I watched him. From the very back of the Walmart parking lot. The old man who was suffering more than any human should as he did what he had to do to survive.
One morning, I traipsed groggily into the kitchen and enjoyed the most delicious bowl of granola I think I had ever eaten. I still get the ickies thinking about what happened next.
This. This right here is the answer to the question I get asked more often than any other: why are you still single? It's just this simple. It's just this complicated.
This is the story from a few years back when I did everything right to get to that first kiss, I went in for it, and everything got incredibly weird in a hurry.
Read this, and tell me... Am I coming off as a complete jerk yet? Good.
When you're in a relationship, and particularly a marriage, did you know there is one golden ticket that gives you a "get out of relationship failure" free card?
The first time I ever tried to spank my kid ended up being the last time I ever tried to spank him because... spanking him just didn't go to plan.
Yes, sometimes shit is stressful and hard and maybe even life altering. Sometimes before we can have our good laugh, we need to have a good cry about it first. I assure you I cried the night that I...
Over the years, I have noted down many of the random thoughts that have entered my mind. This is the second half of those thoughts.
The grumpy, old, fat, perma-scowling nurse was staring me down as I entered the room where my son had just been born without me. Her look was just enough to tell me she had won and there was nothing I could do about it now.
It will be difficult for me to ever forget the day I stepped onto ye glorious bathroom scale and instead of a number, it simply read, “OL.”
As I look back in time at the relationship between my mother and me vs the relationship she has with my child and my siblings, I have noticed a few very important things.