i don’t have a monopoly on words. i realize that i’m not the only writer in the world. there was a time when that immobilized
i like superheroes. i even believe myself to be one on occasion. not in a “pick up a car” kind of way, or “tackle a
i leak. yeah, that’s kind of awkward. don’t start emailing me depends coupons. this isn’t one of those “hidden secrets of your 40s” thing like your
sometimes at work, i wear my superhero t-shirt. not because i need to make sure everyone knows what a geek i am. they already
i don’t know how i got here but somehow here i am—a man. oh, sure. i know the basics about how i actually came into
when i was in high school, i infiltrated the AP program. advancement placement. gifted. the supersmart kids’ class. i had tested for AP for both
It was a moment that haunted me for years. A stupid, idiotic, completely senseless act that could only be explained by a complete adolescent brain
what does it mean to be a man? to be honest with you, i don’t fully know that answer. i’m still figuring it out. just
on a Sunday morning a few years ago, i watched a pastor on stage holding about six pieces of luggage. when i first saw the
i’ve always been a “B” team kind of guy. i never was the most popular. but i also wasn’t the least popular. i didn’t win
my pastor, the great hunter (that’s not a spiritual analogy, he actually does like to hunt and he is pretty great), announced a few weeks
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