The Balance of Love and Hate

Me: Why are you driving your sister crazy?  Why are you following her around?   Sean:  Because I love her.   When you’re 5 years old, your 8 year older sister hangs the moon. She’s the biggest influence in your life and even though she yells at you, hits you and tells you to go away, you can’t stop loving her. Partly because driving her nuts is so much fun.   Growing up being the middle son and the 3rd oldest of 4, I don’t recall too many serious moments or times where we didn’t love each other to the point of driving each other crazy. We fought and shouted, but in the same minute we were throwing things at […]

Passion is Priceless

  If I could pick one thing that I love to do and do it for the rest of my life, it would be to cook. I love to cook! Something about being able to take a bunch of things and turn them into one thing, while trying to balance out their attributes and contributions in such a way that it allows them to complement each other and create something new, as if they were always supposed to be together to begin with, excites me. I flat out enjoy it. I don’t look at cooking as a chore or a bother, but rather an opportunity to create, share and sometimes teach. My mom feels the same way, so it could be […]

You think you know somebody

Sometimes the thing that makes you memorable is the thing you least expect or embrace. A close friend of mine is a working actress in NYC. She’s been in a ton of stuff that most of us have never seen and spends her days working on her craft and auditioning for parts. She makes a living in the largest market doing the thing she went to school to become. By career definition and accomplishments, she is an actress. She is very successful, but not a household name. Yet. She also enjoys Argentine Tango. I have known this woman for about 20 years and I have never had one conversation with her about Argentine Tango. I am confident that the only […]

Ketchup is for Communists

My wife is a funny woman. I have been in love with this woman for over 17 years and I want to be with her till the day I die. Chances are I will die first, so saying till the day she dies wouldn’t apply. Give or take a few years, she only has to put up with me for maybe 40 more years? After that, she can get married to whomever she likes, as long as he’s rich. We have two sinks in our master bathroom. Hers and mine. My sink, or at least the one that is designated as my sink, has a handful of things on the counter. Mouthwash, pills I have to take to live 40 […]

I married a T-Rex (and she’s always right)

4am in the freaking morning one of the smoke detectors decided to let us know that it needed a battery. This stuff never happens at 4pm or at a time when I happen to have the ladder in the house. Like a hungry newborn baby, these little bastards want to be changed at 4am, after a night when you stayed up a little later than usual and felt you could sleep in because the next day is Saturday. I waited it out. I tried. I am guilty in doing this with our kids, especially when they shout “I can’t find my Woobie”, only to realize, as I walk into the room, that they rolled over on it. Because it’s easier […]

Life is like a warm bottle of Pepsi

Forest Gump’s mom was wrong. When we took family trips my parents only bought us one soda (Pepsi) and a bag of chips. All 4 of us had to share these items. With the chips, it was a free for all, just reach in and grab, but with the soda, there was a different method of distribution. The bottle of soda, that might have been 16oz, went from oldest to youngest with the hierarchy of sips. First my sister Kim, then my brother Michael, then me, then Jimmy. Jimmy was the last to get a swig of soda. Jimmy often got stuck with the backwash. Backwash is something that you don’t really become aware of till you get older. Poor […]

Turn your head and cough

Sitting and watching Orange is the New Black the other night and I randomly had a memory about having to get a sports physical when I was in high school. Weird right? Nothing about the episode triggered it-it was just one of those odd flashbacks that resurface from time to time. Not some strange repressed memory where I suddenly feel scarred from having to turn my head and cough, but one of laughter. Uncontrollable laughter.   We’ve all done it. Laughing till we cannot control ourselves; brought on by nervous feelings and thoughts. Please tell me I am not alone in this? Almost every time I am at the doctor’s office, I get a strange feeling that comes over me. […]