About a month ago, I was at a comic book show in Cincinnati, when I overheard Batgirl talk about needing writers for a nerd-themed website.
I woke up this morning, my 38th birthday, thinking about the things I miss, the things I want, the things I’ll never have again. Birthdays are, by their very nature, perhaps the most selfish of days, and I not only embraced the selfishness, I wallowed in it.
A text message from a friend changed that.
Her scar stretches across her skull, from one ear to the other, hidden at first behind a scarf, later by her hair, kept short partly for style, partly as a reminder. But it’s there, it’s always there, a faded smile left behind on her skin from the hands of doctors (or, if you prefer, the hand of God). The scar tells us to live and to love, to be patient and forgive, to pray and be thankful.
And so, I need to tell you about that scar.
The 2013 Skullz Fantasy Football League is ready to begin, and we head for another season of on-field (well, actually, on-computer) action. Here’s a look at who’s who and what’s what:
This is a blog that’s been a long time coming.
Pretty much all my life, actually. Or, at the very least, since I could write, and since that was at age 4, we’re looking at something almost 34 years in the making.
And now, thanks to the support and help from co-author Aaron Saylor, it’s here: Lost Change and Loose Cousins. Continue reading
I should have never shaved my legs. Or, more accurately, leg. Or, most accurately, part of my leg.
While this is a good rule of thumb for many, if not most, men (and for those who do, I’m not judging, so shave away with your silky smooth bad selves), I chose to ignore good sense and instead indulged on a bit of a whim, albeit a well-intentioned whim.
I didn’t always get along with my dad, and at its worst, I remember listening to this song and thinking this verse summed it all up:
“Now I don’t know what it always was with us
We chose the words and yeah we drew the lines
There was just no way this house could hold the two of us
I guess that we were just too much of the same kind”