Make It Personal
It always makes me feel good when someone tells me they’ve shared The Mess with their friends or when I see they shared a blog post on...
Why Live the Generic Life
There are certain things the girls refuse to buy generic - Diet Coke, mayonnaise, salad dressings, as well as certain specialty foods....
It's All in the Follow Through
Decades ago when I played Little League Baseball, one of the phrases screamed at me the most was “You have to follow through!” I’d...
Someone Stole My Time
It was here just a moment ago, or rather an hour ago. I know it was here. Sometimes, I don’t think I misplaced it like I do my keys or...
Too Busy to be a Kid
“Hey, why don’t we meet up at the park, have some coffee, and let the kids play this Saturday?” “Can’t. He has a soccer game.” “That’s...
It Was Saturday Morning
On these days, I never left my pajamas. With a box of cereal and a gallon of milk I could be found perched in front of our giant wood...
The Music is in the Scratches
As we worked through our garage yesterday I found a tub full of memories that belonged to another decade - another century, actually. ...
The Conversation No One Wants
Death. Unless it’s on the big screen or in a 500-page novel, no one wants to really talk about it. As a writer, I kill people all the...
The Procession of Goodbye
It’s a long drive. It doesn’t matter if it’s across states or just a few blocks away, the funeral procession is a long drive that no one...
If Time Could Freeze, PLease
Life needs a pause button. I mean, if Staples can have an Easy button, why can’t life have a pause button? The bills need to be able to...
