A “City Slickers” Birthday

Last month, I turned 38-years-old. I don’t immediately think of myself as a man in my late-thirties. I’m still struggling with the idea that I’m an actual adult. It’s not that I feel 18 or 22, but like almost everyone else, I think of myself as some vague, younger version of me. Age has aContinue reading “A “City Slickers” Birthday”

Sweet Home Pennsylvania

It’s not even on Google Street View. About a mile from the home in which I grew up, Google decided they had seen enough and turned onto (more of) a main road. And after my parents sold that house in 2007, I’ve never had a reason to go back, so the place I called homeContinue reading “Sweet Home Pennsylvania”