A first love A last goodbye A stolen glance A close call A movie premiere A foul ball A mosh pit A dance recital A coworker A friend of a friend A diagnosis A reconciliation A breathtaking view A last chance A birthday party A funeral A warm embrace A one-night stand A cup of coffee A confession A garage sale A pinball game A spelling bee A graduation A new dress A reason to wear it A father A mother A sister A brother Et cetera Et cetera Et cetera
Let’s say there’s an intersection on your way to work, and on your first encounter with this intersection you don’t realize it’s a four-way stop so you drive right through it. Someone else honks at you, maybe because they narrowly missed hitting you or you narrowly missed hitting them. Either way, it startles you into realizing the mistake you made. The next time you reach that intersection, the memory of that incident prevents you from making the same mistake again.
In 2020, if you heard someone mention “Groundhog Day,” it was probably in reference to the movie rather than the bizarre annual tradition the movie was named after. Particularly for those of us who were stuck working from home for most of the year, there was a very Groundhog Day quality to waking up day in and day out to the same routine and having little to no in-person contact with the outside world. But beyond the soul-crushing grind of feeling like one was living the same day over and over again, there was the way it forced some of us–or at the very least myself–to confront the ways in which we were living our lives.
Let me tell you a realization I had this morning. Actually, maybe it wasn’t this morning. Maybe it happened in my dreams overnight, because it was there in my head when I woke up. The realization is this: I’ve spent the last few days inconsolable with the idea that things will never really go back to the way they were, that our lives and our reality will be forever changed in ways we can only begin to predict.Continue reading “The Stay-at-Home Blues”
Netflix’s Dating Around is a reality show with a very simple premise: Each episode, one person goes on dates with five other people and then decides with whom (if anyone) among that group of five they want to go on a second date. There are some good lessons to be learned from the show, and among them is this: you can’t predict chemistry.Continue reading “Dating Around and the Death of the Ego”
Last Friday morning was a difficult one. A little over nine months after separating from my now ex-wife, I finally made the soul-crushing journey down to the local circuit court to file for divorce. It was an overwhelming experience in many ways. It was expensive. The paperwork was confusing. And worst of all, it meant I could no longer be in denial that our marriage was over.Continue reading “Five Alternate Endings for Last Friday Morning”
One of my fondest memories of my mother involves killer robots. It was early July, 1991, and by some set of circumstances I can’t recall my father and sister were not home that day. It was just me and my mom. She made me my favorite dinner (spaghetti and meatballs) and asked if there was a movie I would want to go see. I answered without hesitation: Terminator 2.Continue reading “Me, My Mom, and the Terminator”