Year: 2017

I used to LOVE doing this with friends back in college. Usually we took a sheet of paper and everyone added a line to a growing story. We would order a pitcher of beer and pass the notebook or sheet of paper around the table and create some spectacular absurdity. I wish I still had some of them. We…

Nearly two thirds of the economic power in this country is against Donald Trump. Let’s show him how angry we are in a language he understands: the language of MONEY. On February 17th, the Friday before Presidents’ Day, don’t go to work. Talk to your bosses, your colleagues, your managers, your friends. Talk to anyone you need to in order…

I read the news. And every day something new seems to pop up that makes me scream inside. It seems to be getting worse. Now, I’m not sure if that’s because it’s piling on and I can’t process it quick enough, or if it really does seem to be getting more and more autocratic. Please, please tell me how…

I read an article the other day about Big Data and what took place last year. It plays in really nicely with all the dystopian literature I’ve been consuming lately. And I swear I am not losing my mind. I feel pretty solid as of late. But I would be lying if I didn’t say that I’m worried about the…

I dragged my family to Elizabeth, NJ yesterday to protest Trump’s Immigration ban outside the Elizabeth Detention Center. My dearest Elliot held this sign above his head while sitting atop his daddy’s shoulders until his hands felt numb. (Yeah, his dumbass parents forgot his gloves.) My plan is to remain as active as possible. We need to keep…

Last night, I started my sixth dystopian/post-apocalyptic novel. I used to read books like this as a kid, maybe not as gruesome and terrifying, but I was really into science fiction and the supernatural. I don’t know why I have a strange obsession for the post-apocalyptic world. I’m happier than I’ve been in decades. I was a pretty…

I headed into the city with Corie on Saturday to take part in what was to become the largest protest in U.S. history. There simply aren’t words to describe what took place that day. Kind of like those thoughts you have right before you wake up, the ones that exist just outside of the part of your brain responsible for making sense of…

No, YOU stayed up late hand-feeding your son’s beta fish mashed peas in hopes of saving its life.

I keep writing. But I’m not sure why. And this isn’t one of those, “Is there anybody out there?” posts, although that question directly coincides with another part of my life right now. So maybe that’s why I’m writing this today? You see, I’ve embraced a new hobby. Well, actually, it’s a new OLD hobby, one I used to have as a child. I’ve…