Today is my 37th birthday and the 10-year anniversary of the day I lost the last of my testicles. Here I share a few thoughts on manhood, courage and genitals.
So this year I’m committing to get into more trouble, because if it’s coming anyways, I’d like to have a say as to which kind of shenanigans I’m going to be in.
When I was a kid I wanted to be The Fonz… or Alex P. Keaton… or both?
A visit to Chimney Rock State Park and ruminating about breeding a little recklessness into my kids.
So I’ve found myself incapable of living in the moment.
At the end of a scary day dominated by some scary news… it was nice to find some hope in a most unexpected place.