Winning. Even Without the Luck O’ The Irish

Saturday night, on St. Patty’s Day Eve, my wife and I stopped at a local bar that advertised an Irish folk band. The band was excellent, and at one point asked for anyone who knew how to do Irish step dancing to come up and give it a try. Now, my wife and I got […]

A non-love letter to my mental illnesses

Dear Mental Illnesses, I want to say fuck you. I want to say that because of the dark and twisted ways you mess with my life, because of the lies you whisper lovingly in my ear, and because, especially on days like today, you make me feel alone and isolated, unworthy of the good things […]