The other part of the reflection

The other part of the reflection

The brush at the old Palms poker room led me to my seat one late night several years ago. The seven-seat at the table was…

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Mistakes

Mistakes

This is a story of two mistakes with eternal consequences. They happened almost exactly three years ago, but I’ve never written about them publicly. There…

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A New Year's wish

A New Year’s wish

My three-year-old son just fell asleep on my chest. It’s gray outside, spitting little wet snowflakes and rain on cold ground. It’s the kind of…

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The crying Tough Mudder and the wicked art of Someday

The crying Tough Mudder and the wicked art of Someday

It was just after 10am. I was midway up a California mountain and standing in a group of 200 people so pumped up on testosterone…

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On getting naked

On getting naked

I could not have been more naked. Six months ago, I stood behind an open car door. It was the only thing blocking my man-parts…

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Notes on fear

Notes on fear

The note read, “If I die.” Nothing else. There was no last will and testament. There were no instructions. There was only a flower blossom…

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Alarm

Alarm

The roundest person in the entire gym was the firefighter who came to save our lives this morning. He was 350 pounds if he was…

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The Dennis DeYoung Dilemma

The Dennis DeYoung Dilemma

I’m sitting at a poker table. Or a bar. Or at the gate waiting for a plane. It doesn’t matter, because I ask the same…

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Life before Angry Birds

Life before Angry Birds

I remember a time I could sit down to a dinnertime pork chop and not think, “Serves you right. You never should’ve thought that helmet…

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Under deconstruction

Under deconstruction

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