You can’t slide these dying eyes
Dad was dying and I was ready. I was ready to close his eyes. It was my turn to get this right.
Why I’m a Digital ideaist
At work, I’m a coder, project leader, dreamer, realist, pragmatist, strategist. Call me a digital ideaist.
Watch your world, like a tide, retreat and slide away
Pop passed in the 9 o’clock hour. In the morning. It was a Friday. And he left half past the hour.
Tomorrow and today
I woke up this morning at 5:30 aware I was on the cusp of two days: March 31 and April 1. The end of one fiscal quarter, the start of…
Three ghosts meet a fool in a bar 2
My father was dying in the hospital. At the bar, three ghosts changed how I approached his death.
Three ghosts meet a fool in a bar
My father was dying in the hospital. At the bar, three ghosts changed how I approached his death.
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The damn eulogy
You’d think he was blessed. That he was lucky.
Taking a long way home
Seems like a year ago I went to New York to bury Pop. It’s been 2 weeks.
Riding with Tommy Bourne
Overseas, every car we get has a stick, is named euroPuff, and doesn’t have a second gear worth a goddamn.
Riding with the talking dead
The Pop I would conjure in my passenger seat is about 47 years old: Confounded by lingering misery. He was by himself.
Punctuation is like a carrot
When do punctuation marks stay inside the quote marks? Always. Imagine you're planting a vegetable garden.
Present simple messages simply
The best way to display simple messages, is simply. In Sunday’s Washington Post is an article on how Metro is trying to get its train drivers to stop at red lights.…
My baby just wrote me a letter
For Christmas, my son wrote me a letter recognizing my difficult year. Keith wrote it with his therapist, who helped edit from three pages to one. Perhaps it was a…
Lest we forget
For Christmas, my son wrote me a letter chronicling my past year. He wrote about my dad’s death, grieving at Disney World, his coming out and his pushing me away…
Jo’burg
First, you get a paper cup. Soft-peddle your chatter. Don’t explain, just beg.
Going through Pop’s drawers
As I’m going through my Dad’s papers, I’m telling myself he deliberately left what he left.
Conflicting priorities
I thought this was an interesting paradox: one construction project trumping another construction project. Though both projects yield a permanent product, management prioritized the structure. Prospective mothers will hopefully be…
Commas are like a choo-choo train
When's the right time to use - and not use - a comma in a series in a sentence?
Catch a wave and you’re sitting on top of the world
When you go to Ireland, go first to the west coast to see why these fair-skinned peopled dress in full-length wet suits to surf an an ocean that’s always in…
Bill Simmons, in his prime
I’ve talked about Bill Simmons in glowing light. He’s a long-winded, online friend to many of us. Like that college friend, you haven’t seen in a decade, you still know him and…