Enter The Void

In eighteen years, I’ve moved fourteen times. Some of the moves have been short, cross-town ventures, but many have been big moves from one part of the country to the other. There is always a sense of not-knowing that lingers in the air at the close of every old apartment door, every old cubical desk…

This is my America

A couple of weeks ago, I had the inconvenient experience of being locked out of my apartment. I was on my way to meet my zany friend from Argentina for a showing of Woody Allen’s Café Society. It’d been a while since I’d seen my friend, so we caught up over coffee and he told…

Money don’t make a man

“You shoulda been a shrink.” You know you’re hitting it off with the random guy at the bar when he snarls those words at you in between his sips of bourbon. I was back in Texas recently for my family reunion and during the layover, I saddled up to the bar and the gent’ next…

Give me freedom

Freedom is my currency. I’ve been saying this for years. Even as a kid, my favorite game to play was an imaginary one called “Runaway,” where I’d pack my suitcase and head off to some magical made up destination. In some ways, I feel like I’ve been on the run my whole life, despite having…

No shadow for this ground hog

If you are what you do, then I am a Shadow Wrestler. That’s been my occupation since as long as I can remember and I am ready to tap out of the match. There’s bound to be a better use of my time. At any give moment, I’m likely to be thinking about what I’m…

To gain, you must let go

Release.  Since my last birthday, that’s been my mini-mantra. Somewhere along the way, life started to feel really heavy… like the joy had been sucked out with a straw. It’s true, I think of myself as a work to live person but words don’t mean jack if you’re not actually living that way.  So, when my friend, Wendy,…

5 feet in front of you

Recently, I met a guitar playing gentleman who is quite the looker. He’s a master of his craft, exceedingly sweet and an all around good human being.  He also happens to own a charming little villa in Italy.  We met for a drink at the neighborhood bar on a Saturday and shared a sweet afternoon together….

If a bear shits in the woods…

A couple of months ago, I was out to dinner with two of my guy friends.  We were at a little Italian restaurant in the Hamptons where the tables were dressed with white butcher paper over-top white table cloths.  One of my friends pulled out a pen and began asking us questions that were supposed to…