My whole life I have been trying not to cry. It’s getting harder to do and I’m slowly coming to terms with that.
It is not what we pay, but what we get in return that determines a love for one’s city.
For years I have held my breath without noticing. Now that I notice, it has become impossible to stop.
For many years they were my guide, and then suddenly, they were irrelevant.
It is everything I wanted and nothing I expected.
Some friendships we let go of, some let go of us.
It seems like bucket listing has become a pining for the progressively more extravagant and unattainable.
My girlfriend told me I was the third smartest person she knew. Our conversation ended there. However, the conversation I had with myself in my head kicked into high gear.
How one man’s first encounter started with an apology.
Saying thank you is important, but it can still feel like a meager offering.
For some, adulthood isn’t as inevitable as it once was.
Your hollow words aren’t what we need right now
What is the significance of a man writing a hand-written letter? Richard Boehmcke explores his recent experience.
Sometimes, a night on the town is the last place a man wants to be.
It was easier in those days to cross my arms than it was to open them wide.
Richard Boehmcke hasn’t been a Best Man, or even a groomsman. He wants to know why it matters to him, and if other men worry about this, too.