Remembering Mom
May 5, 2008
My mother was the backdrop to my life, the wall on which I leaned when I was not strong enough to stand on my own, the background of all that I am, and all that I will be.
Descending the mountain
July 23, 2007
Does a great mattress and a closet full of clothes change everything?
The ghosts of summers past
April 1, 2007
The best games I never saw were those I listened to at my grandfather’s side, taking in the call on the radio.
Spiritual Barbecue Sauce - zesty, with a kick
June 29, 2004
Good ribs are messy, coated with barbecue sauce, the recipes for which are closely-guarded secrets. Thick, rich, zesty, spicy, tangy, smoky and slightly caramelized from slow broiling over the coals.
And if you’re eating them the right way, with your hands on opposite ends of the bone and taking deep, meaty bites, you’re going to have to lick the sauce off your fingers, because you’re going to get some on you.
Truth is an off-speed pitcher
January 23, 2004
A mission statement. Ooooh. There’s one in there somewhere.
About Me
Software developer, amateur philosopher, backyard athelete and father of five - these are just the tip of the iceberg. Throughout these pages, I'll offer a few more glimpses into the dark abyss that is my mind.
You've been warned.