i love spinning metaphors into stories. puns and innuendos come pouring out of me, and sports themes tend to be top of mind. life is just one big game, isn’t it? the past few months have proven that time and again. here’s my story of being laid off from a 125-year-old company who enticed me
i’m about to get on the road for wisconsin for a two week visit. it’s an 8 hour drive that i’ve done countless times from st. louis to be with my family. this time it’s during a pandemic. this time it’s by myself. this time i’m more anxious than normal. this time it’s needed more
an article about my uncle harvey was printed in the milwaukee journal sentinel august 13, 1995. it describes the oasis he created on his land following his accident better than I ever could … so i transcribed what was written. enjoy! [p.s. the above is a framed print of the original article, circa 1994]
through this process of blogging and self-reflecting, i have stopped making assumptions about the day of harv’s accident [aka my birthday] and i finally sat down and did the math [one of my absolute least favorite things to do.] this has lead to a profoundly personal realization … i have no doubt this “story” will
i’m sitting on my front porch locked out of my house writing this blog post. i can hear the helicopters buzzing overhead. it’s the same sound we heard on wednesday of last week and the saturday before. it has been two weeks of buzzing in st. louis.
yesterday i called my mom around noon as i have nearly every day since April 22nd because of COVID and social distancing. i live in a different state from my mom and have never felt closer to her. we draw together. we talk if there is something to say but we mostly just draw. for
i put 1 of 4 but i doubt i’ll be able to fully capture a fraction [1/4] of the man my uncle harvey was. but as they say, you’ve got to start somewhere. The most effective way to do it, is to do it. Amelia Earhart in other words: let’s fly, amelia
i haven’t posted in a bit and want to explain before pivoting back to shoot for the #stonehousestory … every post is a burst in my brain that spends days spinning. they rarely roll right off-the-rim. i spend days improving every post(-up), and afterwards, i’m still re-reading for mistakes. i like to let my thoughts
saving the best [aka hardest] for last in laying the foundation of four things that matter in my search of happiness … proximity to family ✓ success in work ✓ a fulfilling relationship ✓ time for me
when casey [from chicago] and i started dating, he said he would never visit green bay, wi [my home town]. let’s just say … that would have been a deal-breaker in my pursuit of my third necessity [out of four] for happiness … a fulfilling relationship. so how did a packers fan and a bears