Time’s an illusion But my wristwatch keeps ticking Nice trick, Switzerland. Photo (Flickr CC) by JD Hancock
Serenity Now
First, I want to be clear that I’m not judging humanity. Often, anger is justified. Many of us have been abused and abandoned. Sometimes by our friends and family. I get it. There’s lots to be mad about. But … People …
The Beach
It took me seven years, but I think I finally get it. Every June since her birth, my wife has vacationed in North Carolina’s Outer Banks with her family. The first time I accompanied them was 2008. Liz and I …
Remembering Tony Gwynn
Every once in a while, someone passes away who—as people remember his or her life—inspires you to be a better person. Tony Gwynn is one of those people. Tony Gwynn died Monday from cancer. The likely culprit was smokeless chewing …
The Great Poop Incident of 2014
I’m not sure this story has a moral. In fact, I’m almost positive it doesn’t. But we’ll see. Maybe I’ll stumble upon one by the conclusion. Either way, I’m writing about my year downtown, and this happened to me while …
Made in Cincinnati
John Augustus Roebling was born on this date in 1806. While many know Roebling for his second most famous project, the Brooklyn Bridge, located in a small eastern town known as New York City, those of us from Cincinnati or …
Fear Sabotages Creativity
Serving as Managing Editor for Rebel Storytellers is a blast. I love reading what my friends are writing, and I especially love people who are passionate about helping others pursue their dreams. Because I read the submissions before they get …
Devour the Rainbow
Tucked in the corner of my childhood living room stood a puke green bookcase. It was nothing fancy. In fact, it was the exact opposite of fancy. Old, cheap wood, ugly as sin. But that bookcase was my gateway to …
Alone on the Jumbotron
People fight like hell to avoid loneliness. Growing up in suburban Cincinnati, the idea of spending time alone in public made me squirm. I don’t remember the first time I ate alone in a restaurant, but it had to be …
Do the Work
I have always found something strangely fascinating about listening to old comedians rehash their early days playing dive clubs for pennies, shacking up with seven other guys in a New York studio apartment, or getting their first big break opening …