A New Year’s Resolution
Dec27

A New Year’s Resolution

Let me start by saying thank you. Thank you for following.  Thank you for being a fan.  Thank you for the likes, comments and shares.  Thank you for sticking around.  Thank you for being you.  Thank you for allowing me to be me.  Thank you for your time. This next year is going to rock, and if everything goes as planned, the first version of Genesis will be released by Mother’s Day 2014.  Like my friend tells me, “Work as if there is...

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Happy Thanksforgiving
Nov27

Happy Thanksforgiving

I woke up in yesterday’s clothes.  I pulled my phone from its charger – it’s midnight, creeping into morning.  I’m not surprised; I’ve been here before.  I notice the kitchen light was left on again.  Lazy.  I stare at the ceiling, kicking off my shoes; I take my socks off which makes my feet tingle from being on too long.  My chest is heavy and I’m breathing minimally.  I remind myself to take a deep breath.  It doesn’t help and I...

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Know Why I Say No
Oct25

Know Why I Say No

I’m a dad.  I’m a male.  My inability to create lists, especially shopping ones, is the main cause in my frequency at Target.  The item in question, the purpose of my visit, never makes it to my cart, subsequently never making it into my home, therefore causing the dreadful and unnecessary revisit.  Sure, I end up with a cart full of things I didn’t want but when I reach my house, especially when the item was toilet paper, that’s when...

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You’ll Never Know
Sep20

You’ll Never Know

I’m standing in front of the urinal while that feeling of a good pee trickles through my body.  Another man enters the restroom.  He stands next to me but I can’t see his face.  It’s not the appropriate time to make eye contact.  Trust me.  My peripherals tell me he’s wearing a bluish shirt and my ears say he likes flip flops.  I hear his sigh of relief while I’m staring at the today’s Sports section, enclosed in glass, unconvinced...

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It’s Not You, It’s Me
Sep18

It’s Not You, It’s Me

As of September 21, 2013, my 32nd birthday, I will be giving myself the gift of good riddance and removing myself from Match.com.  This chapter of my dating experience ends prematurely, as my subscription doesn’t expire until October 31st, but I’ve been spooked enough already.  My mom told me, before this all began, that I’d need to kiss a few frogs to find her.  I like kissing; who doesn’t?  I think it comes down to me being afraid...

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