When I first started working with the Probation Department, I was lucky enough to be assigned to the best partner for me. Big John, also known as The Green Mile, due to his resemblance to the giant man in the movie by the same name. The similarities were not only physical, but also their... Continue Reading →
Chili Mac
One summer while working with probation in Southern California, I was assigned to work exclusively with our US Marshalls task force officer, Brad. He was a mountain of a man; 6’8’ and pushing 400 pounds. As big as he was, he was just as clever and light spirited. Always with a good dad joke and... Continue Reading →
Stage Left, Stage Right, Center of Attention
My Goddaughter is 8 years old. She is witty and pretty and smart and sometimes smells like farts. She will love that rhyme…. Anyway, I love her. I used to see her like every other day when her and my sister lived at my parents house. But I see her less now that they do not live there now.... Continue Reading →
The Joys of Pain
Hey, remember me? I used to be a writer on this blog. I’d tell you stories of a time I shit my pants or a time I cried at a commercial or the time I shit my pants crying at a commercial. I love to share in the form of the written word. I... Continue Reading →
Broken Rib…
I woke up Monday morning with a terrible pain in my side. I could barely get out of bed, and it hurt to breath a bit. Scrambling my brain to figure out where this pain came from, I came up with a few different things. I’m doing this new fasting thing so it could have been hunger pains. I also started a new routine at... Continue Reading →
New England Driving School
Right now, I am racing the clock. It’s 10:30 pm and I took an Ambien 10 minutes ago. I just got back from golfing with my dad and father-in-law. Stopped at a bar with a few of them and we ate a little bit, told some jokes and had a few beers. I’m a bit... Continue Reading →
Comfy sweatpants
I write a lot about my tribe. I celebrate my tribe with my written word because I suck at doing it in real time with real words. I’d rather write a story about the smell of a hockey rink and how that reminds me of just how incredible my Dad is than to tell him... Continue Reading →
Cornelia Street
Confession time…. I do not understand the obsession with Taylor Swift. To me, she was a good artist, but hearing her music I had all these thoughts that she was just a product of a record company. A pretty face backed by the machine. My two girls have listened to her for years. I had... Continue Reading →
The Boys
Hey- don’t judge me yet. Hear me out. I love my daughters and my god daughter and my niece a ton. They bring this joy to my life I can’t explain. They teach me all sorts of good. And, they have made me such a better human. Diving into their lives and worlds has completely... Continue Reading →
Sweet
A poem for my baby girl on her special day A Sweet Sixteen wish for you I will say As I look back and wonder where all the time went I’m puzzled and my brain is completely spent But I’m smiling from ear to ear thinking of all the memories we share From swearing car... Continue Reading →
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