Tag: Family

Number Forty-Four: It’s Only a Number

Number Forty-Four: It’s Only a Number

Hello? Can you hear me out there? [Tap-tap-tap.] How about now? [Screech of feedback.] Whoa! OK, looks like the mic is hot, and I can see that you’re all waiting with bated breath for my next monologue. So what’s the topic, you ask. Why, it’s my wife’s 40th birthday, of course! On one hand I … Continue reading Number Forty-Four: It’s Only a Number

Number Forty-Three: I’m Aliiiiiiiiiiiive…

Number Forty-Three: I’m Aliiiiiiiiiiiive…

...although, at this point, I'm probably less functional than Frankenstein's monster. [“And I thought *I* looked like hell. You need some sleep, Andy.”] How's everyone doing? Well, I hope. Me? I'm tired. This summer has kicked my scrawny arse, and done so with absolutely no remorse. Work is still work, steady yet enjoyable (I'm one … Continue reading Number Forty-Three: I’m Aliiiiiiiiiiiive…

Number Forty-One: Saturdays With Dad

Number Forty-One: Saturdays With Dad

Saturday. It’s the night for fighting, if you listen to Elton John. If that’s not your thing, John Travolta would happily take you out on the dance floor and “fever”ishly shake his hips to The Bee Gees. Perhaps you’re more low-key than that and would spend the evening with your feet up, watching comedy sketches … Continue reading Number Forty-One: Saturdays With Dad

Number Forty: A Long-Term Solution…

Number Forty: A Long-Term Solution…

[This is not only my longest post to-date, but it’s also the best piece I've written (and, at the risk of sounding self-righteous, it’s important). I’m not one to solicit readership if someone's interest is waffling due to an essay's length, but in this case, I’m asking you to stick with me. Thanks in advance … Continue reading Number Forty: A Long-Term Solution…

Number Thirty-Five: Take a Bow, Moms

Number Thirty-Five: Take a Bow, Moms

As I wrote about in an earlier piece, there isn’t a more difficult or thankless job than being a mother. All too often the moms in our lives are busting their asses with little to no recognition for pouring their time, love, and energy into their children. On some level, it’s understandable: kids are kids, … Continue reading Number Thirty-Five: Take a Bow, Moms

Number Twenty-Seven: How Porn Almost Ruined My Marriage

When I started this project a couple months back, I made two rules for myself: 1. I would write about whatever tickled my fancy, no matter if the material was being read at a high frequency or not. After all, this process is as much for me as it is for you. Picking topics that … Continue reading Number Twenty-Seven: How Porn Almost Ruined My Marriage