To pollute the internet with even more useless content no one needs but some may enjoy, I’m hitting a new weekly segment. #FirstWorldProblemFridays. As a spoiled resident of the first world, most of the problems which plague me aren’t problems at all. But rather than pop open my iMessage to hit up a colleague about my current non-crisis,…
It’s been seven years since I hit the publish button on this blog’s first post. Through this website, I’ve: discussed my book, adventures aboard my sailboat, mishmashings from the struggles of working a corporate life. And one post about my new horse. A story I published over one year ago, with zero follow-ups later. Were this…
Yes, I realize it’s been over seven months since I last posted to this website. Many bloggers (or for me, “blogger”) would spend two paragraphs explaining why they were absent from their own digital space. The thru-line always being “I’ve just been too busy and important for this site, LOL!” Let’s skip it. Last week I…
Merry Christmas everyone! As you were awoken at 2 am, then 3 am, maybe 5 am by your precious, cherub-faced children who destroyed Christmas presents like the barracuda eliminated Nemo’s siblings (too soon?), I was in bed. Not that being up multiple times during the night isn’t fun. I’m sure you had a scream of a time trying not to…
“Looks don’t matter,” is an oft cited platitude typically uttered by someone already coupled off with a partner they find attractive. But when addressing a single person? Well looks shouldn’t matter, you shallow little love beggar. If you have your hands out hoping someone takes pity on you, be grateful for the cathedral gnome ringing the church bells….
We interrupt the professional matchmaking blog series to address a pervasive myth all single people hate hearing and debunking on the regular: we’re single because we’re “too picky.” I’m hitting this topic now, for after my last post, a number of singles told me they’d been wanting to say everything I’d written, but held back out of politeness….
“Have you ever had your personality tested?” is a question I ask with great frequency. Because, as Shakespeare advised, it’s a good idea to know thyself. I am an INTJ. If that letter combination makes your face contort like you’ve smelled your own flatulence, allow me to explain as you light a match for that fart. It won’t…