I guess I should add some sort of disclaimer or warning–I’m gonna get a little raunchy here just to make a point. Now you know…and knowing’s half the battle! Show, Don’t Tell is one of those cardinal rules of fiction writing. Let your characters’ actions define their personalities; let their Read more…
I’m in Disneyworld this week. It’s a vacation that was a long time coming. I know I talked about my wife being the Mousejunkie and the Day Job Dragon being kind enough to shower me with a bonus but the truth is, I’ve been trying to see Disneyworld since Epcot. Read more…
I am enamored by ridiculous feats of human achievement. Climbing Mount Everest. Swimming the English Channel. Actually Keeping Up with the Kardashians. But I have been decidedly fascinated by triathlons. These multi-sport events are the ultimate tests of endurance and fortitude and chronicle the triumph of will and dogged perseverance Read more…
There are some things you don’t want to come home and catch your wife doing. Not things like the mailman (get out of the gutter, middle-schoolers!) but things like listening to Karen White’s Superwoman, going through your Facebook, or watching a Snapped marathon. Those things cannot end well. For me, Read more…
I need to lose about 60 pounds. Seriously. I haven’t talked about my personal goals because I didn’t think they had any place in my blog but I guess I can let you in. A little. OK, close enough. And weight loss is such a cliché New Year’s Resolution–I didn’t Read more…
I like to call myself an “at-risk Christian.” It’s not that I don’t believe or have faith or live in doubt. I don’t. I just don’t do what seem to be the Christian things to do: I don’t post sermonettes on Facebook or tweet testimonials or the forward the latest Read more…
It’s the end of the year, time for New Year’s resolutions, right? Wrong. Resolutions suck. These are things we resolve to do. There’s no accountability, no measurement, no plan for achievement. Just those nebulous, pie-in-the-sky things we want to do or see different in our lives. I need something more Read more…
I admittedly have a Superman complex: I think I can do anything. Anything. Climb Mount Everest? Just give me a pickaxe, a rope and a yak. Swim with the sharks? Let me grab my trunks. Conquer world hunger? I need a loaf of bread, a container of milk, and a Read more…
So I was playing the rough and tumble game of badminton with my 9-year-old daughter on the Fourth of July. I go to make a fantastic save, like ESPN highlight reel save (yes, I’m trying to crush my daughter…this is not a commentary on my parenting). Anyway, I’m leaping in Read more…