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There’s not a ton of evidence around the apartment to indicate Abbi’s absence. I haven’t been sitting around in my boxers watching TV, eaten frozen pizza, and tossing empties into a pile in the corner. Nah, to the contrary, I’ve been dressed almost the entire weekend. The sink’s empty, the dishwaher’s full of clean dishes,…

At its best, running is free and unfettered. It doesn’t take much: a good jog on the beach really only calls for a pair of shorts. Often, though — especially these 27° February mornings — gearing up to run feels like suiting up for battle. Here’s a breakdown of my armour, from head to toe:…

“Oh shit!” It’s been one helluva Friday. The clock on my computer reads 6:16 pm. “I’m supposed to meet my wife at Exhale in fourteen minutes!” I pack my bag, grab my hat, and dash for the elevators. I stride down the escalator and dial up Counting Crows “Daylight Fading” as I rush through the…

It took some convincing to get noted author, activist, singer/songwriter and mystic Bo Lozoff to preside over Abbigail and my wedding ceremony. In addition to his 200+ days on the road speaking in prisons, schools and churches on behalf of his Human Kindness Organizations’ Prison-Ashram Project, Bo co-manages the affairs of his organization with his…

Dude, I know it bums you out that everyone but you is taking sea-kissed, sun-baked vacations right now. Mom’s in Egypt. Dad’s in South Carolina. Chris and Jen are heading to Barbados in the morning. And Abbi’s going to West Palm on Saturday. You? You’ll be spending your three-day weekend alone in New York City…

I was a sixth grader at Holmes Elementary in Oak Park, IL, when my parents divorced, and my mother moved my brother and I to Berwyn, PA. I began sixth grade at Devon Elementary there. I was eleven-years-old. My father (who, it’s worth noting, was exactly my age now) remained in Chicago where he worked…