We’ve all had it. You’re at school. You’re at work. You’re on a bus. And you’re naked. Completely naked, for everyone to see. This is one of the most common stress dreams out there, right alongside the “running in the endless hallway” dre… Read more...
Getting Into the Well
I’m terrible at leaving parties.
I can’t end a conversation in the middle. And the more I learn the deeper I want to go. That’s why saying goodbye really ends up being hello again; you can reel me in with a quick aside.
I don’t try to get as much as I can fr… Read more...
Bottle That Sh*t Up
I saw a great episode of Queer Eye the other day where the Fab 5 convinced these 2 charming restauranteur-sisters to bottle up their barbecue sauce and sell it. Like everyone who is touched by the Fab 5, they cried. Over a bottle of barbecue sauce.
They’d been in business fo… Read more...
Lucky Fool
To be a fool is a wonderful thing.
It means you’re naive, innocent, and trusting enough to be wooed into something out of the ordinary.
Having oatmeal fall on your head, stepping into a pair of shoes filled with shaving cream, showing up to an important meeting only to find a… Read more...
The Birth & Death of Hate
HATE cannot survive in the light.
It requires enclosed spaces . It forces us to see only the shadows of real things, but never the real things themselves.
HATE is clever. It is born where no one will look: in the echoing rooms of joyous friends holding hands and singing songs, offe… Read more...
The Boogeyman, Revealed
I listened to my daughter and her friend talk about the boogeyman yesterday, in the car ride home from picking up pizza.
You’re safe as long as you stay under the covers. He won’t come and get you if you’re asleep. Yeah, only if you’re awake. And he knows th… Read more...
Nearly Robbed
A few years ago we were nearly robbed. I say nearly because we stopped them at the perimeter. My wife heard a banging, looked out the second-story window, and saw two young men standing in our front garden about to crawl through a hole in the fence. She yelled some expletives and… Read more...
Better at Rejection
I’ve gotten better at rejection.
I realized this last night when I poured my cocktail down the sink. I’d spent a while making it but it didn’t taste right and, over the course of stirring and sipping, I guess I realized I didn’t want to be hungover the next… Read more...
Trapeze Act
Transitions are hard.
Like a trapeze artist suspended in the air, immediately after letting go of one bar and reaching for another, it’s a matter of time before we start to fall.
It’s scary. Take away that second bar and it becomes downright terrifying, which is often w… Read more...
Never Lost
When we leave a job or a partner, or a residence after so many years, that feeling of being lost is bound to surface. Options overwhelm. Distance suffocates.
The mistake we often make is in where we look to reorient ourselves. We tend to look out into the woods for a marker or the… Read more...