Real chefs – the ones with passion of artists — they have a secret habit. If you’re astute, and a…
You’ll probably never read this letter. And, if you do, you may not fully recall the circumstances that surrounded my…
My son called it “wrestling the ocean.” I liked that phrase from the first time he said it, while running…
This was a terrible idea. Why did he even suggest it in the first place? What was he thinking? These…
And so it starts. I made it 2 months without writing about you. That’s pretty good. I thought probably that…
She had a four-foot glamour shot hanging in her living room. Front and center. All the furniture was slightly tilted…
There’s 17 different projects I could be working on. Some urgent. A few I already know will make me pull…
How come I never know what the fuck to do around you. I wear sweatpants so I don’t look eager…
fuck you. That sounds harsh and I probably don’t mean it but all of a sudden I’m kind of hurting…
There’s a metaphor here that I can’t quite connect because it makes us both sound like losers. You were out…