I’ve been meaning to do this for awhile. Here it is.
It’s fundamental, instinctive and, when done properly, it feels really good. Call it a hug, an embrace, squeeze or just pull the other person in close, but what’s happening is simple in meaning and complex in style. It’s possible to do it poorly, but no one deserves that. Continue reading “The Secret to a Great Hug”
For those of you playing the home game, my 24th birthday was Friday, March 2nd. Continue reading “The Difference of a Year”
I don’t know how I get so lucky, but every pair of pants I own, EVERY SINGLE PAIR, is magical.
I know what you must be thinking, but I assure you, it’s not related to how good my tuckus looks. (But thank you) Continue reading “My Magical, Evil Pockets”
More than two decades of New Year’s Eves – spanning shenanigans and et cetera – and I can’t really remember any one in particular. I bore witness to the new millennium, except I can’t quite say where or what I saw. The most recent are more discernible, but even those details are a bit foggy. Not likely from age and only partly due to inebriation; for all the planning, the dry-cleaning, the buildup and the countdown, resolutions and 12 o’clock kisses shared and missed, it would seem that if each new year were a race, we make a point to dawdle and linger at the start.
What did you do in 2007? In 2008? 1996? Continue reading “New Year’s Eve-olution”
After working and living in Metro Detroit for just under a year-and-a-half, I’ve recently moved five hours, or 280-some miles, north — to Mackinac Island.
For those of you who aren’t aware, Mackinac Island is an island just under four-square-miles in Lake Huron. It was the U.S.A’s second National Park (Yellowstone was the first), it produces fudge as often as many of us breath in and out in a day and it is replete with horses and bicycles… because on Mackinac Island there are no cars.
The amount of time I spend driving is seldom spent thinking about driving. That’s not to say I’m not paying attention. Driving just creates so many distracting situations. Continue reading “The Other Drivers are a Bunch of Clowns”
The annual June weekend dedicated to Fathers is great. Dad appreciates the necktie, weed whacker and funny card with a monkey on it looking for the remote control.
But what Dad really likes is hanging out with you. Continue reading “Honor Thy Father”