Murder is ridiculous. Especially your own. But you have to take a stand for something in this world.
We weren’t supposed to get a dog. We were only at the shelter to drop off food. But we did get a dog. Boy, did we.
I am moving away from consuming meat. Not for the planet. Not for my health. It’s because I’m a writer.
We saw Barbie in the theaters this summer. I hadn’t planned on it, but am so glad we did.
16 years ago, I saw a puppy running loose on a busy street. So I parked my car and scooped her up. She was a very good girl for a long time.
On August 3, 1991, I was going to end my life when a miracle occurred. I’m still not convinced I deserved the grace, but am certainly grateful for it.
Writer. Father to daughters. Husband. Ad man. Raised by wolves. 
