Home. Sort of.

If I ever win a Tony, I sure do hope it’s a year when NPH is hosting.  I’ve already planned my acceptance.  First, I’ll lick my award – Paula Deen style, y’all.  Then, I’ll forgo a formal acceptance speech and dedicate my window of time to presenting a clear, concise […]

Destination Happy Place (a.k.a. Justin Timberlake’s Lap)

I’ve officially achieved a whole new level of crabby. Rocco:  Good morning, beautiful. Me:  Fuck you. I can’t decide if it’s day seven of consecutive overcast skies, hormones, delayed moving dates, aching joints, tornadoes, an impending visit with Aloysius, the lack of floating people on Saturday, my failed hard drive, […]

Thom Gets Old

The only thing better than drinking a pitcher of beer with my brother Thom is drinking a pitcher of beer with my brother Thom while we play with a cellphone some fool at our table left unattended.  That sentence seems awfully bold on second read.  To be perfectly honest there […]