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Because You Have To Do, What You Have To Do : 356/365

With a formal education in visual arts—extensive experience in the photographic industry from professional printing services, to commercial image-making, to once-a-portrait-studio-manager, to self-published author—I have been well-prepared for…

Hometown Hoorah and the Everlasting Legacy of Professional Football : 354/365

I am dressed in all of my team gear: tossle cap, Big Ben #7 jersey, black and gold scarf, my seven-day playoff beard, and appropriate team-inspired underwear. Well,…

Unseasonably Speaking the Promises of Spring : 351/365

It’s difficult to not be excited for a 60° day in January, along the 40th parallel of the globe. My neighborhood should be filled with arctic temperatures, similar…

Take the Stairs, Leave the Lemon Pound Cake : 348/365

The management has closed the main entrance to my building on campus, forcing my commute-via-foot to be rerouted through the hospital. From a Big Picture perspective, this isn’t…

Men Who Wrestle Dinosaurs : 343/365

Mister Atwood, honestly I don’t know his actual real name, lives at the intersection of Atwood Street and Forbes Avenue, in front of the Rite Aid Pharmacy. The…

Promises We May or May Not Keep : 342/365

In direct contrast to yesterday’s literary installment, Promises We Must Keep, I offer the following words of wisdom regarding goals and objectives that may or may not be…

Promises We Must Keep : 341/365

As I stand in the driveway, the temperature can’t be more than—optimistically, let’s say—seven degrees at most right now. Chunks of snow fall from the neighbor’s oak tree,…

!Gracias=Amigos : 339/365

Isn’t it funny, possibly ironic, how prone humans are inclined to repetitive behavior? We shop at the same place, watch the same television shows, and even dine at…

More Than Migratory Mammalia : 335/365

Some daily stories begin as small ideas, snowballing through intensive edits and revisions, gradually evolving into massive personal reflections and meditations on the precise meaning of life, but…

Visions of Sugar-plums : 333/365

I can think of no other day on the calendar when expectation and anticipation flow like a furious river through my home. And I’m sure it is the…

Do Not Open Until 1985 : 329/365

I’m washing my hands, and I’ve got time travel on my mind. I just finished a video game this week, Life is Strange, that has me pondering the…

Man of a Thousand Occupations : 328/365

If pressed, I’d say that my core personality consists of 7% seriousness and 93% sarcasm, with a heavy weight of exaggeration added into the mix. In fact, my…

A House Seemingly Divided : 326/365

This particular weekend, our family calendar is completely full of events and obligations. Yesterday, we marveled at the big screen, cinematic universe of Star Wars; today, we are…

Sorry, This is Not ‘Your’ Star Wars : 325/365

With a viewing of Episode VIII fresh in my mind, I want to pen some poignant thoughts regarding the latest installment. For the official record, I loved the…

Things I Learned From My Dog : 323/365

I push the power button on the television, grab the game controller from the charging cradle, and then quickly remember the mysterious Christmas fruit cake in the refrigerator….

Turn Your Back to Fear : 315/365

It’s Wednesday again, and that warrants a healthy walk around campus today, on my lunch break. I always relish a long walk to nowhere in particular, with hopes…

Bushy Eyebrows Beyond Belief : 311/365

I’m a reasonably intelligent man, but there are questions that I simply do not know how to forge a proper reply, including: “which way does your part go?”,…

Nostalgia Will Destroy You : 307/365

It’s exactly twelve o’clock, and I’m headed out my office door. Destination: specifically unknown, but technically Halfway Between Here and There, defined in further detail. Objective: produce story-telling…

Use Your Imagination, People : 303/365

“Mister F. wants to know if we would play D&D with them sometime,” my son said to me, referencing his best buddy—little Mister F.—who is the son of…

Films About Ghosts, Cranberry Sauce, and Kachow Kachow : 302/365

Family traditions are important, at least for my family—always have, and, hopefully, always will. Thanksgiving Day seems to be the designated kick-off to the Season of Traditions, continuing…

Blizzard of Oz : 297/365

For the second time this year, we find ourselves eating ice cream at King Cones Castle, enjoying treats. On top of the rare, twice-in-one-calendar-year occurrence it is not…

Shoes, Teeth, and Eyes Oh My : 292/365

I have a peculiar habit—maybe it’s just me, I don’t know—where I always notice a person’s shoes, teeth, and eyes. It does sound a little creepy now, when…

Christmas Comes This Time Each Year (or Sooner) : 291/365

Public Service Announcement: the “official” order of the holidays (based on the government-based calendar) is still Halloween, Thanksgiving, and then Christmas. Please note the specific order which, by…

Phoenix Gonna Rise : 289/365

My wife and I have ordered soft drinks, we enjoy free chips and salsa, as I admire the sconce hanging on the wall. I attempt to photograph it…

The Road (More or Less) Traveled : 280/365

For the last few months, I’ve been dealing with some really big questions: “what is my current job?”, “what are the positive elements of my job?”, “what does…

Old Dog, New Tricks, and Well-Worn (Semi-Lucky) Socks : 272/365

The well-worn idiom states that You Can’t Teach an Old Dog New Tricks—stating the impossibility of changing personal habits or the equal improbability of learning a new skill—but…

Choose Something Else, Captain Obvious : 269/365

If it were up to me, adventurous outings would supersede shopping, nine Saturdays out of ten. That’s my obvious choice. Today was a perfect case in point: it…

Low-fi Kinda Sky : 265/365

Last night my daughter told me that it could snow overnight and, based on the mild October weather that we’ve been enjoying thus far, I naturally scoffed at…

Pumpkin Ripple with a Side of Blogoslaw : 262/365

Last night: children sleep-over at the grandparent’s house, and date night with my spouse. Today: afternoon of window shopping for random widgets, and ice cream date with my…

History of Bone and Blood : 246/365

Noobie parents be forewarned: don’t blink because time flies by “just like that”—you couldn’t see my hands when I said that, but I made a really cool double…

We Are Family : 243/365

Joining my two daughters and their entire soccer team, I am watching the Pittsburgh Pirates challenge the St. Louis Cardinals on our home turf, the amazing field of…

Welcome to Your Life (It’s the End of the World as We Know It) : 242/365

“So do you feel that you’ve adequately prepared for your race?”, she asks with a heavy dose of sarcasm. For the Nth time, my wife is trying to…

Fred’s Dead, Baby : 237/365

In my quest to be the best husband possible, I have once again visited my wife’s workplace to help her with various tasks. While I wait for her…

Theory of Adjacency : 236/365

We interrupt this creative portfolio for a visit to my favorite science lab, also known as my wife’s classroom. In the spirit of science, that reminds me of…

Winged White Horses, Marshmallows, and Dating My Girl : 221/365

Tonight is Sunday—September 3, 2017, to be exact—and I am going on a date with my wife to the movies. Sans children, she has indicated that we should…

Eyes Wide Open : 203/365

In a quieted tone of confession, I will admit that I had an enjoyable time at a pop concert by a Disney princess that was opened by two…

Prayerfully out of Practice : 197/365

With a benchmark of nearly two hundred stories and photographs rapidly approaching in my series, I have not yet reached the point of writer’s block (or artist’s block)….

Three Miles, Fifty-Five Days, and Eighteen Stone : 188/365

The mind is a remarkable tool and, as a human, we are able to accomplish anything that we desire, if we put our mind to it. I have…

Welcome to the Happy Side of the Universe : 161/365

The morning preceding a trip to Disneyland should be joyful, and full of anticipation; however, my brother’s children are in full tears, intermixed with sorrowful wailing. It is…

Fatherhood is Like a Roller Coaster : 144/365

As I wait in line for the roller coaster, celebrating Fathers Day with my children, I reflect on what it means to be a dad. With temperatures rising…

Language of Joshua Tree : 133/365

With a thirty minute train ride under my belt, and a full belly of Mexican food (mmm, guacamole), my wife and I have arrived at Heinz Field to…