Born in December 1976, I am a child of the 80s.
One of the most quintessential songs of that era was “Take On Me” by the band A-Ha...
I never saw it coming. Not in a million years.
Acupuncture? Needles all over my body? There was no amount of money you could pay me to do that...
"Seinfeld" has an episode called “Bizarro Jerry.”
For those unfamiliar with the show, the character Elaine meets three new friends, similar in physical appearance to her closest friends–Jerry, Kramer and George. These doppelgangers look like her best friends but they act completely different. It is as if she has entered a parallel universe, somehow connected, yet completely opposite...
The sounds of birds singing, children playing and crickets chirping. The smell of barbeque, freshly cut grass or the beach. Sweaters have been replaced by t-shirts, pants with shorts, and shoes turn into flip-flops.
It can only mean one thing...
I grew up playing sports, but running was never my “thing.”
What I loved was the competition that came with athletics. During the summer, my friends and I would play football until dark when our parents yelled down the street “come home!” As I got older, I would play racquetball for hours, engrossed in the sheer intensity of the game...
At work, have you ever asked why something is the way it is, and you’re told:
“I don’t know… that’s just how it’s always been done.”
Even just typing that, I start to break into a cold sweat...
In early 2009, I decided to buy a new car.
The previous few years had been a whirlwind of events, including the birth of our first child, big career changes, finishing grad school – all sandwiched in with being diagnosed with multiple sclerosis...
“Don’t spend a lot of time imagining the worst-case scenario. It rarely goes down as you imagine it will, and if by some fluke it does, you will have lived it twice.”
- Michael J. Fox
It’s a punch in the gut to hear “your disease is progressing...”
It bothers me.
I want to do more. Be part of more. See more. And I think, for any father, the “more” is what truly matters. It’s being there for them and, as a result, your children knowing that you are there for them… always...
Growing up, I sometimes got a little bummed that I was born five days before Christmas.
It felt like my birthday, compared to my brothers, was rushed and forgotten. I was never in school around my friends because it was already winter break. Often, we’d be on the road driving to see family on my big day. Then there’s the inevitable “combo” birthday presents wrapped in Santa Claus paper while “Jingle Bells” plays in the background. Having “Happy Birthday” sung to me kind of felt like an afterthought...