“But the fact of the matter is: Bones heal. Chicks dig scars. And the United States of America has the best doctor-to-daredevil ratio in the world!” — Captain Lance Murdoch, The Simpsons Three months ago, I started my 90-in-90 Something … Continue reading
The minute I pulled into Fondulac Farms in Nashville, my father started sending me Facebook emails with things to do. Mind you: Nashville, Indiana is exactly 4 blocks long. There’s a visitor center. And everything in the downtown was pulled … Continue reading
I love cabins. Since I moved home in 2006, I’ve probably spent 6 weeks staying in either Hocking Hills or General Butler State Park. I love to get away from work, get away from students, get away from my life … Continue reading
Two years ago, I dated a woman with a 16-year old daughter. That was a first for me. I’ve certainly dated single moms before, but never one with a kid who would really remember any interactions we’d have. I fell … Continue reading
I’ve been derelict in my writing. I wish I could say that I haven’t been avoiding it, but the reality is I’ve let my life and school get between me and the words. It’s created a weird angst within me, … Continue reading
I’ve been plotting a trip to Bonge’s Tavern for a few weeks, but my plans kept falling through. That fact was disappointing me because I’d heard nothing but amazing things about this place, which is odd considering it’s in the … Continue reading
Two months ago, something changed for me. My world had slowed for me in a good way, a way I hadn’t experience since I quit drinking nearly 2 1/2 years ago. For most of that time, I was simply trying … Continue reading
I love jazz. In every city I’ve lived, one of the first things I do is seek out the jazz clubs where you can have dinner, a few drinks and an evening of jazz. There’s simply nothing better in the … Continue reading
A few days ago, I wrote about the special place The Rocky Horror Picture Show holds in my family’s lore. So tonight as my friend Hillary and I settled in to the festivities at the Irving Theater, I was pumped. … Continue reading
I’ve come to accept that I’m a little bit snobby. I don’t know how this happened or why this happened. I only know that it did happen. I’ve accepted it, embraced it and moved along. But I’ve been hard pressed … Continue reading
