When Britt and I moved to the US we had a lot of new things to get used to. Even Brittany who is American had to re adjust after just spending a quarter of her life at the time, living in a foreign country. In many ways it was much harder for her.
There was a lot to get used to including the weird money, driving in straight lines for miles upon miles and not being able to just walk into a supermarket and buy packs of pancakes. You have to either go out or make them yourself at home. And I thought this was America, where anything is possible. Apparently not. Continue reading
I’ve heard the rumors about Louis CK for a while and I’ve hoped that they weren’t true.
Somewhere in the back of my mind, I knew they were. Continue reading
Patton Oswalt’s new comedy special “Annihilation” is not easy to watch. Continue reading
“Love That’s Given Freely, it doesn’t die. It only changes” – Glen Hansard
If I’m being completely honest I was a little frightened going in for the obligatory handshake line that concludes each soccer game every Tuesday night. I would have to come fact to face and shake the hand of my soccer nemesis from two weeks ago.
Look, I’m not the best with conflict. I have tried to avoid it at almost every stage of my life and when I do find myself, conflicting? I’m a blustering mess. My blood boils, my heart rate rises and I try to stay calm, but it never really turns out that way.
This time though, it felt a little different somewhow. Continue reading
I love Twitter. Even with it’s increase in character limit I still love it. Unconditional love and all that.
But I also hate Twitter.
First, here’s why I love Twitter. Continue reading
Image courtesy of The Washington Post (Salwan George)
After another mass shooting in the USA, we’re left with the same questions and very little in the way of answers. Where do we move from here? Continue reading
Writing is a gift that pretty much all of us have available to give to the world. We can write something and immediately make it available to every single human on the planet. Think about that for a second.
Sometimes I think to myself, “I love to write”. But that is just not true most of the time. What I do feel though, is that if I don’t write I will die. Not a literal death of course, unless I have some sort of bizarre mishap with a pen or bleed out profusely from an unintended paper cut. Continue reading