…As Much As They Need Me

Some of my lowest points from the past few years are softened by their links to some great memories with my children.

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Filling The Half-Empty Cup

Of course, if you asked, I would have told you I was a "realist". That's the term that someone uses to dance around the fact that they're really a self-hating pessimist.

Life After Stress

Worrying never did anything for me. All it did was make the moments before uncertainty worse by filling me with impending dread.

My Uninspiring Path To Spiteful Fitness

I forced myself to ride the exercise bike for at least 30 minutes and did a series of weights afterwards. With each rep, I seethed with anger.

I Don’t Care That I’m Getting Old

All the "Just For Men" hair dye commercials and black birthday balloons with tombstones on them can't shake me.

Through Our Cynical Eyes

I'm not writing this to simply tell the story of seeing the world through Olivia's eyes, but also about accidentally making her see the world through mine.