Meet My Friends, Irrational Fears

Meet My Friends, Irrational Fears

There’s a reason you won’t see me jumping from a high pier into the deep, dark ocean, like my nine year old daughter did today. It’s because I have Active Irrational Fears, and they are large and always sit very close to me, breathing on my cheeks with dubious...
The Abominable Hate Monster

The Abominable Hate Monster

I don’t like to write about The Bad in life. I mean, I write about it because it helps me deal with it, but, like many writers I follow, I largely keep the dark stuff to myself. The news, the internet, the radio, it’s all full of The Bad right now, full to bursting....
Why fish heads?

Why fish heads?

Don’t you look delicious today! I ran into my friend Annie at a water polo tournament last weekend, because if you want to locate me at any given moment on a weekend, your first stop should be at a water polo tournament. Annie said, “I love your blog, but what’s...