Is That You, Woody?


Ah, Fall, the greatest of seasons. I completely embrace that unbridled, yet never realized, Rockwellian ideal of Autumn. Pumpkin everything until you want to spit the seeds at a nun. But when it begins … you kiss your kiddies goodbye as they climb the steps of the bus, you ceremoniously high-five your spouse and venture [...]

Hope Springs Eternal

It’s springtime in New England (not to be confused with Springtime for Hitler), and hope springs eternal. We’ve had 70-degree weather for a few days now and I find that, despite being shit on nearly every day for weeks, I walk with a spring in my step. Hope blossoms in my chest and lightens my [...]