Mazel Tov!

Way back in 2000, my then-boss foisted an interview on me with a recent college graduate named Jonathan. “Trust me,” he said. “This guy’s cover letter was so over the top, you’re gonna’ love him.” I won’t front; I was...

The Wild Rumpus

For me, Maurice Sendak’s “Where The Wild Things Are” is mixed up with the wild rumpus of my parent’s divorce. I don’t remember when Sendak’s creatures first appeared in my life; his fifteen-page book was always present. I do...

Pretty Good Shape (For The Shape I’m In)

The Abads are a force to be reckoned with. Example. Last Saturday night, The Abads celebrated Chris’ 31st birthday with a roucous night of Cranium (yes, the board game). I showed up from VMA rehearsals well after one o’clock. The shenanigans didn’t...

Cadre Of Awesomeness

After ushering in my thirty-seventh year alone on a strange Angelino couch, I wasn’t about to let it happen again with thirty-eight. Accordingly, Abbi and I kicked off my Birthday Week (what the heck, right?) last night with drinks, dinner, and a dozen dear...