Love. It’s challenging for me to write about love without sounding like a saccharine-soaked Hallmark commercial. You know the kind of sugary, syrupy, bloated wordage that almost give you a toothache. I’m 40, and, like many other guys my age, […]
My grandmother used to say: “If you look back for too long, you’ll get a stiff neck.” Nan was a diminutive darling, a lady with a pure and open heart. She died when I was six, but I can vividly […]
I grew up with a mechanic brother and father. Those two were like peas in a pod when it came to their mutual admiration and understanding of what goes on under a bonnet. Growing up, the whole car thing left […]
*I like being forty. Ever since I was knee-high to a grasshopper, I couldn’t wait to be older and wallow in the land of forty-something. There were times when I wanted to fast-forward my awkward adolescence and eschew all the […]
Shit, I’ll never make it to 80. I came across this somewhat clinical and sobering assertion while sauntering through the virtual aisles of Google (aka the all-knowing search beast) this morning: “Fifth Decade (age 40 to 49) – Middle age. […]