“Not my kid”

When you wake up remembering vivid details of a dream, it's enough to make you think. If in this dream, a friend who has passed on decides to show up, you hit snooze and close your eyes, willing yourself to drift back. I hate that I learned about Sara's passing through Facebook. That I let … Continue reading “Not my kid”

At the end of the day, who’s really full of it?

There's nothing like a juicy debate of weighty opinions to spice things up in the blogosphere. There's no doubt, when anonymity and personal experience get thrown in the mix, sparks ignite faster than you can say "What a load of crap!" That's exactly what happened after I recently posted Thanks Andrew, a personal homage to [HPA Creator/Cofounder/Executive … Continue reading At the end of the day, who’s really full of it?