An Open Letter to Ricky Martin on the Occasion of My 50th Birthday

Dear Ricky, I am 50 years old today. Certified gold. And in honor of that, I was hoping to maybe get a personal birthday shout-out. Just like that gorgeous commercial made several years back where you sang “Happy birthday.” The one I posted from YouTube to my Facebook wall this morning. Maybe you could do […]

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The Ghosts of Grief

Lately, I just can’t shake this dull, overwhelming sadness that has attached itself to me. Like some annoying, intractable specter hanging about. Losing my loved ones. Impending doom. The fear of death and the unknown. Grief for what is yet to come. The thoughts cloud my brain, tugging at happiness. They beg for attention. Stop […]

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Holding on While Letting Go

Sunday night, 8:45’ish p.m. Jackson and I hop into my white CRV for a quick drive into town. I take the back roads fast in the mid-August evening air, both of our windows down so he can smoke. As I breathe in the woodsy, laced-with-cigarette countryside, nostalgia takes over, and for a brief moment, I […]

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