Teen car- sleeping was not as blissful as this but this rendition will have to do. I haven’t written in a while. I think about it every single day – and more than once. There are a few reasons why this is so but none of them really matter. The best way I can describe the hiatus is similar to describing that closet or drawer that has been on your To Do list to “get to one of these days” that is so cluttered that you don’t know where to start. Moreover, it’s not just cluttered

“Feelings…nothing more than feelings.” Ok – that title is definitely showing my age (again) but as my son would say, “that’s the deal, yo”. My son had a friend over tonight and we all had dinner together – me, him and his friend and my daughter. I sat back and listened to them just talk, like normal teens do and I physically felt this tingling rush through my body. It’s the same thing that happens when my kids forget I’m in the car with them and they just are yakking away, in

I think therefore I am (anxious). In honor of this past Independence Day Holiday, I am writing about me – again. I spent this past weekend back at my parents home with my kids and my sister and her family. As luck would have it, my neighbors growing up were also all home and it turned into this fantastic ad hoc reunion with lots of kids and fun and no timelines. It was fantastic and just what I needed. It was a physical and mental independence day from myself. It was at the e

Don’t be such an ass to yourself! Almost every single song that I have written over the past few years – and there have been many – have been about my marriage. Oddly enough, it is some of my best stuff – deeply personal, sadly honest and, at the same time, removed. I think it is the “removed” part that concerns me the most because no matter how many times you try to convince yourself of something, the reality always shows up…sometimes moments later, sometimes decades. It is