Unexpected lessons in life and regret
Half way up And over this rainbow I heard a shot Fire up from a ghetto As I drop I didn't think you'd follow Just didn't know The sky was this shallow - The Wallflowers, “When You're on Top” “The way down is harder." The remark gave me pause because my brother, Bobby, is rarely... Continue Reading →
I keep my favorite photograph framed on the wall above my dresser. I took it sometime in 2009 with my crappy work-issued Blackberry, which had a camera that couldn’t have been more than 2 megapixels. We were at the Westfield Garden State Plaza mall in Paramus, New Jersey. Addy, not quite two years old, clutched... Continue Reading →
The Case Against Older Brothers
Ask me and I’ll tell you he was just another drunken guy at a bar hitting on women, and happened to annoy me at the right time, forever altering lives to degrees that he could not have possibly imagined.
The first time I walked on Manhattan’s Pier 54 was August 8, 2009. I didn’t know it that day, but it was a fateful pier. It was the pier from which the Titanic’s survivors disembarked in 1912, and also the pier which docked the doomed Lusitania in 1915 before it left for Britain and was... Continue Reading →
My dad used to water the weeds. The backyard of my childhood home in Live Oak was “typical white trash” an ex-girlfriend once said. She was a bitch, but she was right about that. Often the weeds would grow so high they would completely obscure the three broken down cars that sat back there. “Finding”... Continue Reading →
Watering The Weeds 