“There’s never a moment when you can’t change your life.” I read that in some self-help book or blog at some point and it stuck with me. I mean: it’s true. We really CAN change our life any damned time we please. Just…do something different. And so it is with my wearing of facial hair. (What? You thought this was going to be some kind of serious post?! C’mon! This is ME we’re talkin’ about!) Each winter I wake up…
I am and always have been an unabashed sports guy. This assertion will come as exactly zero surprise to anyone who has ever had even a cursory interaction with me. I’ve played sports since I was a little kid — and I still play hockey on a regular basis. I’ve coached kids’ teams. I’ve been a rabid sports fan — especially for my beloved Boston teams — my entire life and I watch high-quality soccer pretty much weekly. I’ve enjoyed…
It was last week, on the three-and-a-half-year anniversary of my father’s passing, that I learned a whole lot more about the guy than I’d known before. During the summer after he died, in 2016, I’d gone through the house that he and my mother had retired to back at the turn of the century. They’d brought with them all of the stuff they’d accumulated in thirty-plus years together: multiple households’ worth of furniture, books, kitchen items, clothes and just plain…