The Pact

  I believe that birds make pacts with our dogs when they build their nests in our yard. The dogs...

Yeah, That’s My Kid

My children constantly surprise me. Last month when we were visiting Walt Disney World we splurged and let them play...

weapon of choice

to what end, all this rushing around and dominating the competition? gold? this is man’s destiny? to hoard gold and...

How to Make a Great Ad

When I broke into advertising, I was all about the high concept stuff that left an impact on people. Creating...

Would You Be Upset In Belize?

Life is hard enough without having to deal with bad drivers who don’t use their turn signals. And it’s more...

The Window

The window is constantly shutting. It does not care about your five year plan. Opportunities to live appear in every...

Ants

  What if we are all really just ants? Slaves to the machine. Blinded by conformity of the way things...

Dustin Pedroia is the Reason I Love Baseball

Make no mistake, I’m no fan of the Boston Red Sox. I used to like them back in the day...

They Only Jog in Rich Neighborhoods

  Angels constantly swirl around me. Some are beautiful. Some are violent. Some have bad teeth. They protect me from...

A Letter to America

  Dear All Dogmatic American Party Liners, We Unaffiliated American voters are pissed off at what you’ve done to our...

A Little Advice

I don't like giving advice. In fact, I hate it. It's not that I don't like helping people, there are...

Finding Neverland: A Story of Belize

This year my family took its summer vacation to the Central American nation of Belize.

3 Ways to Save Humans in America

You are what you eat. It’s an idiom kids in the 70s grew up with that made us think about...

Bump

I used to know a guy named Bump. He was a metal worker in my dad’s sheet metal shop. Bump...

Dear Parents, Do Better

In 2001 I became a parent. I chose to become a parent. But like everyone else who is a parent...

A Routine Day

I wrote the following piece as an extension of this tweet. It was a perfect late afternoon in early summer. Hope...

How I Used an Onion to Break into Advertising

Whether you aspire to be in advertising or not, looking for work sucks. But that doesn’t mean that you have to suck. The following is...

Confessions of a Recovering Homophobe

We didn’t discuss homosexuality in my house growing up. In fact, the first time I even heard the term...

The Little Girl Who Leaves Notes on Her Pillow

Being a parent is hard. Children are time consuming, money consuming, food consuming, and emotionally draining. People fill novels with...

The Wickedness of Walt Disney

I love Walt Disney. There, I said it.

bird

Please know that this is not one of those self-righteous, narcissistic posts that shame people for not being as cool the author thinks he is. Promise.  I learned long ago that you can’t get along with everyone. Even if you try…

kite

The older I get the more I see waves of young people in America come to terms with the reality that the dreams they have been chasing might be a lie. It usually starts in their mid-to-late 20s when they’re…

mountain

“See that mountain over there? Well. One of these days I’m gonna climb that mountain.” – Mountain Music, by Alabama I turned 18 when this song came out in 1982. It must have been pretty popular because it somehow crept…

butterfly

He took a long swig of beer, crushed the can, and discarded it in the yard. Then he lit a cigarette and motioned for us to get into the car. It was a summer afternoon. Sweat glistened on our skin…

hank hill

Is there anything more featureless than being a white, middle-class, heterosexual American male? There’s nothing controversial for us to fight for. Our job is to do our part to keep the species moving forward, and, thanks to religion and politics…

teen blogging

All young people should get a blog. I don’t care whether it’s a custom-hosted blog like this one, Medium, or Tumblr, teenagers should be documenting their ideas and experiences online in long form. A friend shared an unfortunate story with…