Rethinking: Week One

This past Saturday, my wife and I returned to the King of Prussia Mall, and somehow, we survived. Frankly, it was a much better experience than usual, which isn’t all that hard, I suppose, considering the loathing I bear towards KoP. The difference? We came in with a plan, an agenda, and we pursued that

The Answer Is 42

Well, it’s here. This week, I attain the magical age of 42, which according to scriptures means I’ll finally have the answer to life, the universe, and everything. The problem, of course, is that no one knows what the question is. I guess that comes later, because I have no fucking clue. What I do

My Body. My Battle.

When I started this blog, I had few expectations beyond writing whatever came into my head. Sometimes it would be funny. Sometimes it would be introspective. Sometimes both. I didn’t know it at the time, but it would also become a conduit for processing grief, from the death of my father and our beloved cat

A Fuzzy Welcome Home

Dateline, Philadelphia. That’s right, y’all, I’m writing this one from home, sitting on my own couch, my feet propped on my own ottoman, my computer resting across my own lap. And it. Feels. Good. I have to admit that being home this time around is a little strange. I’m settling into the normal kind of

What Kind of Day Has It Been

Well, it’s finally here. After months and months of time away, I’m finally getting ready to return to life in Philadelphia. This time next week, I should be writing my blog post from the warm embrace of our apartment rather than the hot and humid grasp of Florida, and that thought alone fills me with

Getting Up the Gumption

Sometimes I feel a little stuck. I’ve written this in my blog enough times by now that I wouldn’t blame you for tuning out. In post after post, I write about the times when I feel like I’m stuck in neutral, coasting through the calendar as time whooshes past, hours and days and months blowing

The Perils of Being a Lister

For the longest time, I thought of myself as an easygoing guy. I would tell people I was up for anything, that I’d go with the flow, that I was happy to do what everyone else wants to do. Just let me know when and where, and I’ll be there, ready to get down or

Making God Laugh

I don’t do great when I don’t have structure to my day. I think that’s is why I thrived in school, especially college, where the routine was constant but largely of my own making, giving me the illusion of control much like that of a hamster, who has the luxury of choosing between the spinning