A letter to my 40 year old self from my 40 year old self Sometime within the past decade, I started to believe that there was more to life than a 9-5, being married, raising kids, and getting old. About the time I turned 30, the panic really set in. I had been married for… Read more

To Samuel. Name the band and the place, I’m there. Five years ago I did something that I very rarely do – I planned ahead. In July, I bought my son’s birthday present. His birthday is the day before mine in September. I have been known to be a “week of” birthday present purchaser who… Read more