Talk to my toilet. — Isn’t it funny and odd that you can live in a house for years and never notice some of its quirks until they kick you upside the head? Or, the ass? Many of the homes in our neighborhood, including ours, were built by the same guy. I’m guessing he was…

Here comes the mail — Do you ever think about how hard it is to play “pretend” these days? To imagine you’re a different version of yourself? Younger? Fitter? More successful? …

Why can’t someone manufacture a stationary bike that isn’t a pain in the ass? Working out is vital for me. Daily exercise helps me maintain a healthy weight and minimizes my uber-high stress levels. That said, it gets old, fast if I don’t switch things up. I have a treadmill…

On finally deciding to adopt — I can hardly believe that Dooley’s been gone for three months. It seems like yesterday when he became ill and let us know that it was time for him to join his “brothers and sisters” who passed before him. All in all, it’s been a shitty spring and summer, and…

How do we know who, and what, to believe? — The other day, as I was scanning notes from a friend to whom I’d given one of my screenplays to read, it hit me that as a lifelong writer, I’ve been critiqued and reviewed for what feels like forever. This includes my long career as an advertising and marketing writer…

Someone with dough, let’s shake things up. — Yesterday I received an email that “your audience is growing!” Yeah, according to this Medium missive, I gained seventeen new followers, two more email subscribers, and one referral. Huh. So what am I getting from this? My usual kick in the ass. Read on, please. Less than two weeks ago…

Readers with the mental capacity of cane toads — Having been a writer on this platform since November 2018, ergo, for a long time, I still hesitate to call myself an “expert” on how shit works around here, but that said, I’ve learned a hell of a lot. I’ve learned that I’ll be “trending” and that my stories will…

Life is tough, but so are we — I’ve done a lot of public whining lately about how miserable I’ve been for a myriad of reasons. There was a time in my life, under a different persona, when this type of sharing was unimaginable. But these days, I no longer a shit. …