Getting older means our bodies change. Also it means moles. Many moles.
We use the same words to discuss wildly different issues and it’s getting monotonous.
In my life, I have experienced romantic heartache on more than one occasion. While I wouldn’t choose to relive those experiences, I also wouldn’t trade them for anything.
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.
I wake up every morning with a song in my head. It drives me crazy.
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.
One man’s early onset anxiety about potentially having children.
The first time I asked a girl out on a date I was 19 years old. I was incompetent, unprepared, and extremely sweaty.
Throughout my life I have been witness to beautiful acts of humanity. Sometimes I was a witness, and other I was lucky enough to be the recipient.
As a child, I thought every hotel we stayed in was amazing. Somewhere along the lines that changed and it’s affected the way I travel for the worse.
We’ve become so used to the sound of applause in politics, but what if it abruptly stopped?
Without a shared language or a shared understanding, a simple gesture can get awkward quite quickly.
In order to make our men more complete we must broaden what we teach them.
For many years they were my guide, and then suddenly, they were irrelevant.
If I ever write a memoir the introduction will go something like this…
What we don’t teach our children is shaping our society in ways we didn’t anticipate.