Seriously, he could probably film a rotting piece of fruit and I would fancy him brilliant. This latest bit of snowskating hoo-ha is all the more exciting since Loren won a contest at last week’s X Games and is now sponsored by the Canadian snowskate team Premier. It is a dream his 14 year-old soul [...]

I wish I could be more upbeat and full of witty commentary but here’s the deal, I can’t. Yes, once again the Benevolent Tyrant, Mr. Vanilla has kicked my ass so efficiently that I simply find myself wishing for a quick end to this current state of insanity. It all started last Friday when Cassidy [...]

When I first understood that I would spend the first 28 days of the new year burning off my face I was somewhat hesitant but figured, “What the hell, it needs to be done so why not just do it?” Um, yes. What I didn’t really take into consideration to the fullest extent was how [...]

Woulda, coulda, shoulda-ing is not my favorite pursuit. It is useless and only leads to sighing. And with the exception of letting that one Texan go so long ago, I am usually not one to fall prey to regrets. But if there was one thing I could go back in time and change it would [...]

One of the lovely things about a divorce is that I don’t have to sell my body or my soul for a bit of ME time. I get it for free because my divorce decree says so. In years past I had to barter and trade favors for an hour or two of time away [...]

Today I made a move so bold that it shook even my small, inadequate foundation of belief in myself. I might have mentioned in my New Year’s post that I had a goal of marketing some of my stuff on the vastness of the Internet. Knowing that those foolish words were somewhere “out there” haunting [...]

When I was younger I always harbored the fantasy that I would someday, somehow possess skin other than the white, white suit I had been born in. I pictured myself covered in a glorious, peachy sort of color, not the pasty, pale color that is actually part of my DNA composition. And really why the [...]

Holy fuck, but I am whooped. These damn kids and their needs. That darn job and its demands. I have things to do. Really important things. Things that are just for me. But the spawn and their incessant whining. The job and the God awful hours, five days a week. What the hell? How is [...]