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I Can’t Get a Tattoo Because of Jonathan Taylor Thomas

I’m 98.5% certain that I’ll never get a tattoo and it has nothing to do with my opinion of them on other people (because my opinion of other people’s bodies doesn’t matter one iota, but for the record – I Read more…


My Brother’s the Favorite (And That’s Okay)

My Brother's The Favorite

No really, it’s fine that my brother is the favorite. Tom is just fundamentally better than I am and if I were my parents I would like him more too. In honor of his birthday this week I’ve put together a Read more…


You Gotta Get Good Egress: Lessons From a Master Football Tailgater

I like to claim that my dad is single-handedly responsible for the New England Patriots’ dynasty. A Giants fan born and raised, Pop decided to make the switch and buy Patriots season tickets when we moved to Massachusetts, but only Read more…


A Merm By Any Other Name

I call my mom “Merm” and we can probably all agree that’s a little weird. You don’t hear a lot of “Merm” out on the playground. But I have my reasons. One of the Boys Growing up, we had family Read more…


Life is a Highway, I (Don’t) Want To Drive It All Night Long

I’m not a great driver. Not like “scary, shouldn’t be on the road” level, but if we were partners on the Amazing Race you’d probably want to take the wheel. It would be more pleasant for everyone. Generally I feel Read more…


The Raising of a Self-Deprecating Blogger

Just the Worst As a child/adolescent/teenager I was just the worst. I got good grades (on the extra homework I requested), was really into extracurricular activities (as in ran between club meetings in my soccer cleats while simultaneously doing a Read more…


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