I Was a Lost Boy Too

His name was Patrick and he was lost. And he wasn't just lost, he was hopelessly, frantically lost and no one saw him. He was running around the Merry-Go-Round in Funland, just inside the Boardwalk at Rehoboth Beach, among the sweaty throngs of shore dwellers who have long since left the sandy beaches, have gorged … Continue reading I Was a Lost Boy Too

My Spirit Animal Called Me A Fatass.

New Year's Resolutions are painful lost causes whose place in history belong next to the dodo bird, Laser Discs, and Donald Trump. I hate resolutions with a passion and I will joyfully troll my friends who claim they want to try to turn their lives around on January first. We all know that most resolutions die … Continue reading My Spirit Animal Called Me A Fatass.

So What Do We Do Now?

A conversation is being held across dinner tables and in living rooms all over Maryland this fall, one that is being echoed all over our nation virtually every night. Hundreds of thousands of teachers are pondering what will they do if they can no longer teach? They are talking to spouses, lovers, and friends about the … Continue reading So What Do We Do Now?

The Dwindling Mythos of the Father-figure.

I wonder if things would have turned out different for the Olympians if Zeus would have ever climbed down from Mt. Olympus and just played catch with Ares. Or Hephaestus. Or any of his dozens of children for that matter.  I wonder that if he took a more modern role in raising his children, there … Continue reading The Dwindling Mythos of the Father-figure.

Finding the Means to Live Deliberately

"We must learn to reawaken and keep ourselves awake, not by mechanical aids, but by an infinite expectation of the dawn, which does not forsake us in our soundest sleep. I know of no more encouraging fact than the unquestionable ability of man to elevate his life by a conscious endeavor. It is something to … Continue reading Finding the Means to Live Deliberately

Do not go gentle into that good night… The Journey of a Fat man on the Road to be Less

It's not often that you can identify a life changing moment as it happens. Maybe that's for the best. Imagine knowing that you were going to be producing a new life with your act of lovemaking, or changing the career of a student with your seemingly innocent comment about how they are a brilliant speaker or writer; … Continue reading Do not go gentle into that good night… The Journey of a Fat man on the Road to be Less