One night around midnight I heard a bird chirping in the backyard. Given the time of night, I found this kind of strange, so I ran a Google search for “Why do birds sing at night?” I came across this Reddit thread in which the original poster (OP) asks, “Why are so many birds chirping…
I was driving my daughter home from school one afternoon when she asked me a question I wasn’t expecting from a six-year-old. “Daddy,” she said, “Am I going to die?” I had mentioned something about death to my daughter a few days prior while answering some other question of hers. Whatever I said, I guess…
It’s been a little over a week since I’ve learned the news that Nicky has passed away. She was gorgeous, kind, full of warmth and wit, and devastatingly funny. She was one of two writers who updated and maintained a humor blog called We Work For Cheese. Nicky was my friend. I miss her dearly.
30 Minus 2 Days of Writing (2014)
Day 14: “It has to be aliens”
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On September 21, 2013, I married Diana, the love of my life. We had been dating for nearly ten years before we finally got hitched. In all the time that we had been together, Diana constantly begged me to write a “mushy and romantic” blog entry in which I discussed the many ways that I loved her. For one reason or another, I kept refusing, and I never gave in. I came close to honoring her request once, but then I turned it into one big joke.
On September 21, 2013, I married Diana, the love of my life. Thank you so much to everybody who could be in attendance that night. And even if you couldn’t be there, thank you just the same for your support and well wishes. My one regret of the night is that I didn’t get a…
30 Minus 2 Days of Writing
Day 14: “Where can I get a good blintz?”
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This is a love story borne of coffee, compassion, fatigue, and dry humor. There’s also something in there about blintzes.
30 Minus 2 Days of Writing
Day 13: “Unintended”
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Sometime around January 3rd of this year, my brother, J, gave me a call and asked me to be the Best Man at his wedding. He caught me by surprise with this request, but I considered it a high honor, so of course I accepted. J’s wedding was scheduled for the weekend of January 12th — and yet there he was, calling to invite me to play a huge roll in the proceedings with little more than a week’s notice. Prior to that phone call, J had told me that he and his fiancée were not planning to have traditional wedding parties filled with bridesmaids, groomsmen, and sentimental speeches. Stupidly, I believed him.
For those of you who haven’t yet heard, Diana and I got engaged back in September. People have been asking me to tell them the story about how I popped the question, but there’s really not much to tell. It was a simple proposal. I took Diana to the local pub, pulled out my bat’leth,…
Life is a seamless collection of hellos and goodbyes. They stitch together the totality of our days, and they have a way of tearing us apart until nothing remains but memories, and the hollow sting of lingering regret. The start of each new day brings the promise of a thousand hellos — thousands of first…
Monday the 23rd was Diana’s birthday. Every year, she tells me not to get her flowers because she thinks they’re impractical and needlessly expensive, but I decided this year to pick her up a modest, reasonably priced bouquet. In addition to that, I also picked up two birthday cards for Diana. Actually, to be more…