Clay at Disney’s Magic Kingdom Theme Park, circa not that long ago.
Thanks to the lovely Lecia Michelle for tagging me in this challenge! Here goes, tipping my hand just a little. Hopefully, not too much.
1. I am not a fan of children.
I don’t have the patience for them. They’ve got too much energy and require a ton of attention. They’re not high maintenance.
It Was the Best of Times, It Was the Worst of Times
The moment you utter the words, “This will be the best [insert your favorite high pressure goal] ever,” you can start weeping and gnashing your teeth because what you’ve done in your momentary glee is implored all forces in the Universe to conspire against you to bring about your complete and utter humiliation. But thank God for provision.
Available in print and for Kindle at Amazon, and also for Nook, iPad, and Roku.
I’m thrilled to announce my new book, Christmas Is: Mischief and Merriment in Manhattan (Constant Rose Publishing, 2017). My fourth book and first foray into fiction is a comedic, madcap love letter to New York, its inhabitants, and the city’s holiday traditions. The story drops the reader in the middle of the Big Apple just as the Christmas season kicks off and carries him/her on to Christmas Day.
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Given the year we lived through, it’s only natural that everyone wants answers fast. 2016 was a banner year challenges, tragedies, and triumphs for so many people. I’m not referring to the political climate. I’m referring to interpersonal challenges, financial challenges, unemployment (sudden as well as longterm), deaths of
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I’ve got nothing to write about in this post, gang. Nada. Nichts. Ne rien. Nothing. In the midst of the holidays being in full tilt, I’m up to my eyeballs in reindeer poop, holiday cheer, and a little bit of angst about the state of our union. And I’m still tightening up (re-plotting) the outline for my fourth book due out next fall. I’m not one of those guys who can sit down and bang out a short story with all the bells and whistles in no time. That ain’t me at all. I have to have a road map to know where I’m going.
Jimmy Fallon and President Barack Obama "slow jams the news" on The Tonight Show.
If you know me at all you know that I’m a fan of Jimmy Fallon, the host of The Tonight Show with Jimmy Fallon. Since he took over @FallonTonight (as the show is known on Twitter) in February 2014, the show’s been the one to beat in late night TV wars.
Within the first month of Fallon’s reign, I scored tickets to see Episode 29 (with guests Russell Crowe and the late Joan Rivers) thanks to one of my stagehand-friends from the Radio City Christmas Hall Christmas Spectacular. Seeing the show in person was a thrill, especially one of the early episodes.
"The Scream of Nature" by Edvard Much, 1893.
Something wonderful and terrifying is happening for me right now over at Medium.com. A post I wrote last summer in which I poured my heart out to friends (How I Talk To White People About Racism) has been experiencing a resurgence over the last couple of days and is connecting with readers. A lot of readers. Hundreds of readers. In a crazy way.