What I hope will become an annual trek to the Northwoods of Wisconsin.
Those of you with fair-skinned children are similarly dreading a certain aspect of the upcoming season and mumbling along with me, “This year I will try to remain calm.”
You might as well just insert a picture of Kanye’s face here to sum up this section of the story of my daughter’s eyesight.
A post for pet lovers and everyone who has loved Chuck from afar.
Hello, again, music: Tanlines, Young Fathers, Tame Impala, Unknown Mortal Orchestra, Of Monsters and Men.
This goes out to all my girls that’s in the club rocking the latest.
On the desire I have to get back to why I started “living online” in the first place: writing for the love of it, writing when the story inside is begging to be told.
Let me tell you a story about a dog named Chuck.
“I know that I belong to a small, eclectic community of men and women where status is calibrated precisely as a function of one’s ability to endure.”
“California here we come, right back where we started from. Pedal to the floor. Thinkin’ of the roar.”