Summertime is finally here and along with it a long list of things to do as well. Well, okay, summer isn’t technically here yet. But all the signs point to it. The sun is shining longer in the sky and the temperature has risen to sweat inducing levels (this is particularly welcome in my part of the world where we saw snow well into May.
I seem to be moving from erratic to consistent in so many ways—how and when I drive, how and when I eat, how and when I prepare for my classes and grade essays, how and when I hang out with my wife. I suppose it was inevitable. After all, doesn’t this happen to everyone as they age? I remember when my parents had dinner
I’ve always enjoyed getting older. That may come as a surprise to some. It’s not the norm. The standard response when asked if your birthday is coming up is something along the lines of: I don’t want to discuss it or don’t remind me. Or an arbitrary number will be chosen to designate perpetual youth. 29 is the most common, 39 if you’re a Jack
I woke up this morning and found myself 50 years old. It is a significant moment, a momentous occasion, a milestone worthy of celebration and revelry. Except that it isn’t. You see I don’t feel any different than I ever have. Oh sure I’m a bit rounder, significantly more grey, there are a couple aches and pains that refuse to go away, but all in
Guest Post by David Hicks Spring is traditionally a time of new beginnings, and this spring is no different. But oh, what a difference. This spring, new beginnings are tied to new endings—the ending of so many lives, the ending of our way of life. It is, nonetheless, a new beginning. Nature hasn’t died, or been infected. Neither has it paused, horrified, to watch
The theme on the website this month is isolation so we have put together a list of 6 songs on that theme. Now there are many, many, many (manymanymany) many songs about loneliness, being alone, separation, etc. that we could have chosen for this list but we decided to go with only the ones that actually have “isolation” in the title. A little on the
So…2020 has been a clusterfuck so far, huh? Before I continue I feel I should point out that when I first contemplated writing this post I had conceived of it as being an eloquent, lyrical, almost poetic treatise on expectation vs reality. I had the notion of reaching rhetorical heights that were both moving and gave genuine insight into the nature of disappointment and failure.
It is a question we’ve all been asked at least once at some point in our childhood. And the answer, at least for me, would change depending on the time and place or the frame of mind I was in. I can remember most of the answers I gave and the reasons behind them for the most part. And now (theoretically at least) I am