Month: November 2018

This is How We Survive.


This is How We Survive. I’ve been both fascinated and terrified by the California wildfires. Two separate wildfires that have consumed an area as big as 16 Manhattans. The devastation is catastrophic. As of this post, 48 people have died. Hundreds of homes destroyed. Entire towns where people laughed and fell in love and made […]

The evening news is killing me.


California is still burning. Florida is still deciding The Mexicans are still hiding. And wherever you go to worship, a synagogue or a bar, you better look over your shoulder and know your exits. After being pummeled by the evening news this past week, I found it hard to hope. I mean, it seemed every […]

How serious am I about this writing stuff?


How serious am I about this writing stuff? When I got sick 5 years ago, and the prospect of death was suddenly real, I became obsessed with discovering my story. Who was I? What did I want to accomplish in life?Ā  Can I find meaning in my suffering? Does my illness ostracize me or does […]

I’m hungover.


I’m hungover. Except I haven’t had a drink almost 3 months. My head is pounding and I’m dizzy and nauseous as if it was 1999 and last night I chased a bottle of strawberry Boone’s Farm with 10 Natty Lights. I stagger to the shower. Shower. Towel off. Get changed. Get coffee, started feeling sorry […]

The Joy of Watching My Son Discover Rock n’ Roll You can't start a fire without a spark...


A few weeks ago my 8 year-old son, Chase, dressed up as Bruce Springsteen for a school project. Ever since, he hasn’t stopped listening to Springsteen. Here’s a video of him flossing to “Dancing in the Dark”. My parents taught me that music, is as good as any subject, to bond with your child. Growing […]