When I was in the fourth grade, I think it was, at Saint Matthias Catholic School in Youngstown, I was over-the-moon excited to be chosen as one of my class representatives in the school’s annual speech contest. Every year, a certain number of students were selected to write an essay / ...
As long as I live — and just to be clear, I hope to be a burden on Kerry and Kyle for many years to come — whatever that duration may be, I’ll be forever perplexed about certain things on this big round ball of ours. Sure, quantum physics, statistics (or “stats” as most college ...
Let the record show: I knew it all along. In fact, I called it. Ask anyone in my circle. He’s like the Little Boy Who Cried Wolf. 12 times. He’s also similar to those little swallows that keep flying back to Capistrano annually. So, earlier this week when “Stupid Sexy Brady” (as ...
At the risk of putting it all out there, well, today, I’m putting it all out there. Ahem. OK, here it goes: Ladies and gentlemen, it is once again Easter. Man, do I love Easter! The colors, the grandeur, the absolute regality of it all. The scents, the celebration of life, the concept of forgiveness and redemption. All good stuff. Because, contrary to popular opinion, here’s what Easter is NOT about: ・ An oversized walking (upright on his hind legs, mind you), talking (in perfect English, by the by) rabbit who leaves mountains of hidden candy and colorful eggs for all the ...
I’m not sure what it is, exactly. Lately, I’ve been missing my dad more than ever. It’s not Father’s Day. It’s not the anniversary of his death. It’s not his birthday — which is next month, by the by, but that’s really not the point. I know there’s not an expiration date on grief, but lately, I am like a grief geek. Suddenly, I feel like I just lost him yesterday. Yeah, I know it’s been more than two years since he’s been gone, but what can I say? For a while now, I’ve just been this hot mess who’s finding it hard to deal with everyday stressors without ...
I hate the Oscars. Stopped watching them many years ago, to be honest. Why? Well, other than the fact that these bazillionaires are basically just there to collect, like, hundreds of thousands of dollars’ worth of top-notch goodies (think Versace, Dior, Louis Vuiitton, Chanel) — but not ...
