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Short of high school stories, or event-based blogging, I have nothing for you. I watched “We Don’t Live Here Anymore” last night. It was well acted, but excruciating. Especially the scene when Mark Ruffalo’s kids jump up on his bed and say, “Is mommy leaving?” That was too close to home. Worse, though, was the…

The early ’80s were tough for my family. My parents were recently divorced. My mother moved Chris and me one thousand miles away from my father. They both spent inordinate energies spewing venomous comments at one another. Money was tight. My mom and I shared a pair of Nikes. And my jeans were rejects from…

I was chastised by a colleague yesterday for returning to “event based” journal entries instead of the more introspective posts I’ve been writing of late. I hate the “I did this then I did that” blog as much as the next guy. I didn’t really mean to write any of that sorta’ thing this weekend.…

I think I’m remembering how to do this whole thing. How could I not be excited to get outside into this sunny day? I popped straight out of bed and in an unprecedented display of winter running enthusiasm, got right into my tights and fleece. I stretched in a warm, wide sunbeam illuminating the corner…

Two outta’ three ain’t bad. It was an ambitious Friday night, especially for an impoverished (well, money’s tight anyway) recluse. Once again, I’d inked three events into the weekly minder: an old friend’s rock show, an old friend’s country show, and an old friend’s going away party. I blew the budget, but I almost made…

I was due to participate in three seperate events tonight. Instead, I am home drinking beer and watching “Garden State.” It’s been in my queue for a few weeks. But I kept shuffling the order of my deliveries. I wasn’t ready for it. Even when the postman finally delivered it, I put it off. I…