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  • Morning

    after missing the last few days, I’m trying a thing where I write in the morning. Juniper is in the cuddle corner, making sweet pre-words. I will try to accept the scratches on the floor as proof of vibrant life, and the crayon marks, too, and the yogurt, splashed down the cupboards and dishwasher–stainless only…

  • Superb owl

    I had no idea today was the Super Bowl. Much less who is in it, when it’s on, what commercials I need to be excited to see. But then again I’m kind of over organized sports and brain hemorrhages. And being in touch, in general.  Both kids were with me most of the day as…

  • Do you even netti?

    I didn’t write last night. 4 days in and I’ve already dropped the ball! I got sick, so Chelsea took the kids out for dinner and I lay around watching old clips from David Letterman, and not writing. It’s one of those beautiful winter days–clear sky, bright sun. And Cold. It was 0 degrees on…

  • I mean, at the time of writing it’s only Wednesday night, but we all know Wednesday ends after dinner. Every weekday, or school night, ends after dinner. Fridays are different; you might get another hour. Saturdays, it depends how old you are. I eavesdropped the other day on a comment-thread about someone thinking they had…

  • 2/8

    It’s a struggle to not just use this time to masturbate. The rest of the family is asleep and there is no pressing thing to be done, and the internet is at my fingertips. I try to remember that there is a sensation of release, a satisfaction, to the practice of writing, too. The blank…

  • Resolution

    I’ll begin here, prone with my knees up lying on the converted couch, in these last few waking moments of my birthday. It has been a while. A long while. Last year for my birthday I had the same thought: my new years resolution is to write more, again. So I bought a new domain. Planned…

  • a la mode

    I get in these moods and i want to change my clothes. Burn them. They belong to another man. 

  • Dad Bod

    I like that my wife is into my dad-bod. And I’m thinking about putting the trainer and my bike in the dirt floor basement. I’d like to lose 20 pounds, and listen to more books. We’ve lived in this house for nearly 6 months now. Settling in is a Rubik’s Cube: to get one item…