Music

As I search my atrophied brain for things to write about, I’m usually drawn to something that happened yesterday or to a memoir type thingy. Today it’s the latter.

Jeremy Hoar (pronounced “whore” and yes, he had a sister) was my best friend in high school. He was a year younger than me, but 4 years cooler. Jeremy was way more attractive than me.  I was average to decent, and he looked like James Dean. I’m not just pulling out James Dean randomly, like he’s the default hot dude, he really looked like him. Jeremy was the perfect hot guy; humble, shy, interesting. Continue…

Winters are brutal when you have kids. Do you know how long it takes to put a 3 yr-old in a snow suit? 15 minutes. 15 minutes of being on your knees trying to feed flailing limbs into limp pieces of stuffed nylon.

“No, that arm goes in this sleeve. No, you can’t put your foot in yet. Can you cooperate just a little bit, please? Straighten out your leg, and stop curling your toes. Wait, shit, I mean shoot, we have to put your mittens on first.. No no, don’t cry, it’s ok. Stop crying. I can’t do this while you’re crying and the tears are going to freeze on your face out there. Continue…