Last weekend I had the opportunity to have dinner with a close friend Friday night and lunch with my siblings on Sunday. My brother and sister live on opposite coasts, so this was a relatively rare event.
It was a weekend full of laughs, stories, and love. And regret.
“On the death of a friend, we should consider that the fates through confidence have devolved on us the task of a double living, that we have henceforth to fulfill the promise of our friend’s life also, in our own, to the world.”
– Henry David Thoreau
Today would have been my best friend’s 40th birthday.
It should have been.
The ceremony should serve as the base camp of a mountain, but far too many people treat it like the peak
I’ve had a multitude of famous crushes over the years.
Over on Medium, I wrote some tangled thoughts I’ve had recently about my abilities as a parent…
The Passion of Christopher Pierznik 