Hidden away in the most lonesome backwater of my darkest heart of hearts, I have always secretly fancied myself a writer. But the cold, hard truth of the matter is that I am a writer who does not actually write. Despite being a man of action, an eye on the prize, full steam ahead, let’s … Continue reading The Little Engine That Couldn’t
Memoir
Man of (Imperfect) Action
When my beloved nieces were little, we were shambling along with the other Christmas zombies through an American Girl store, an experience best avoided if you value your sanity or hard-earned cash. As my girls gazed with crackhead longing into each carefully staged vignette lining the perimeter of the lower level, my youngest, Annee, pointed … Continue reading Man of (Imperfect) Action
Daddy Issue
When I was 18, I told my mother I was gay and she replied, “Well, I guess I’ve got my own bomb to drop. Daddy isn’t your father.” This was not how I imagined this conversation going. I'd spent so many hours rehearsing my script, doing everything short of practicing in front of the mirror, … Continue reading Daddy Issue