I had to suffer through the following interaction, and since I believe in spreading the wealth of my misery, I’m making it everyone else’s problem now. You’re welcome in advance. As I write this, I’m currently on a solo cruise aboard Enchantment of the Seas. This trip has been planned for a while, but it’s
This month, I participated in a long-standing Friday the 13th tradition that, somehow, I’d managed to avoid in all my years on this Earth — and no, it didn’t involve a machete-wielding maniac or a cabin in the woods. Usually, my way of honoring the sacred horror holiday involves what I like to call a
Tomorrow, I release a book. A poetry book. No one is more surprised than me. For most of my life, the idea of me publishing poetry was about as likely as the Sears Demon™ winning a Pulitzer. I sat through two semesters of poetry workshops in college, where the general consensus seemed to be: maybe
I have no words to truly describe the absolute wild ride that has been 2025 so far, so I’m not going to even bother. Instead I’m going to quietly accept that it is somehow already March and just move on. It is Sunday afternoon as I sit and write this. Sundays are typically my day
Someone offered me adderall the other day and I’m starting to think I should have taken it. For legal reasons… that was a joke? I’ve never actually taken adderall but I’ve been told many times that I should be on it. Oh, what would my life be like if I was properly medicated? It’s just
The Elephant Bridge Mystery: Unraveling a Childhood Legend JOSH’S NOTE: It wasn’t until I was done writing that I realized that this whole story was written far more cinematic than it needed to be. I’ve been doing a ton of writing lately and apparently it’s difficult to turn off “writer Josh” and switch to “chaotic
Full disclaimer, this was written over a month ago, back on September 18th. It took me this long to bring myself to finally post it. What’s funny (not ‘haha’ but ‘oh’), when I wrote my last blog post about bringing home Whiskey, the idea of all of my cats’ mortality came to mind and I
Whelp, if I wasn’t on JD Vance’s birthday invite list, I certainly won’t be now. It would seem that the Republican Nominee for Vice President takes issue with single cat owners. Specifically, single cat ladies, but that wasn’t very inclusive of him. For I am single. I have zero human children. And I’m a man.
I can say for certain that one of my many pet peeves is when someone tells me I have the same amount of hours as some celebrity. We’ve all heard it before, especially when it comes to creative pursuits and telling you that you can accomplish so much because we all have the same amount
If you’ve been following me for a while, you’ll know that for about ten years, I spent a great deal of time on the road as an educational consultant. It was a job that I deeply loved and had an absolute blast. It gave me a chance to spread a positive message and make a
Somewhere With Regret 