My buddy Mitch (different Mitch) has lot to say about this journey of sobriety. In meetings and around the poker table, he frequently espouses on how me and the other guys in my group are really just a bunch of middle-aged guys trying to figure out how to grow up. At the meeting I chair, … Continue reading Man up! (or the Musings of a Former Delinquent)
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Words, Exclamation Points and Laughing Out Loud Part 2
Okay, this is what I'm talking about. Just read this profile and I want to strangle her. Or stab her. With a dull knife. A butter knife. A rusty butter knife. And being animal lover, I got real excited when I first start reading the post. At the very first. Then I started getting all … Continue reading Words, Exclamation Points and Laughing Out Loud Part 2
Eat Your Heart Out, Robert Frost
Full disclosure: I’ve read admittedly very little Robert Frost. Me and my friend Greg, who really sort of made me want to write, among other influences, and who I now coincidentally share a bathroom with, use to have to read Frost for our AP English class senior year in high school. And we … Continue reading Eat Your Heart Out, Robert Frost
For Jack Sigler, 1934-2014
Dear Jack, I got 2 years sober June 23. Next month. I wish you could have been here for that. It’s probably not very important to you, but it would have meant a lot to me. But then again, we do share the Sigler gene of loving history. It would have been nice to … Continue reading For Jack Sigler, 1934-2014
Million Dollar Idea 3, Pt.3
If your sensibilities are a bit too delicate to stomach the idea of sending a mild electric current through your child’s body in order to save the price of another ticket to your destination, I have another idea that should suffice, and this is a lot of fun. That’s right. Imagine your little one gets … Continue reading Million Dollar Idea 3, Pt.3
Million Dollar Idea 3, Pt. 2
There’s really only 3 or 4 parents at any one time who are braving the waters of traveling with a toddler. But there is enough smoking, flaming Elmo-sized juggernauts to warrant some kind of deterrent to dissuade them from even trying to cross the Point of No Return (PONR) at the TSA checkpoint. So, to … Continue reading Million Dollar Idea 3, Pt. 2
Million Dollar Idea 3, Part 1
As a single man, there’s a lot about kids I have to come to understand over the years that a lot of parents probably realize pretty quickly. Take, for example, a child’s ability to walk. I was walking through the north terminal the other day and saw this kid, maybe 3, just doing a Flash … Continue reading Million Dollar Idea 3, Part 1
Disbelieve
I don't believe in deathMany don't believe in GodNor do IAnd I do not disbelieveWhat happens when we die?Please ...Explain love.See?Heaven, Hell, LimboThe colors in our spectrumWhich always change Words in a foreign languageFor which we have none in oursAnd that's enoughBecause it has to beWhere is HereWhen is nowOur true selves cryAnd laughWe weep and … Continue reading Disbelieve
Birth of a Flirt
Disclaimer: The opinions, observations, musings and assertions in this blog post are mine and mine alone. I freely admit to the possible and likely errors of all of these and do not to pretend to really know if they are correct or not. It’s just what and how I think. Don’t judge. I don’t know … Continue reading Birth of a Flirt
He Ain’t Heavy
That’s a pretty tired line for me to use for a title for a post about my brother. I realize that. But hey, I’m from Omaha, the home of Boys Town and the birthplace of Father Flanagan’s mission to devote his life to the aid of wayward young ones. Besides, Flanagan was an Irish priest, … Continue reading He Ain’t Heavy
My Zen Brain 