Dear Diary …

Some things in this world … they make sense.  They serve a purpose.  They do stuff.  Other things?  Useless!  No need for ‘em, no practical purpose, and no benefit.  And yet there they...

Dear Diary …

I cannot believe I’m about to do this. But you know what? I’m gonna do it.  I’m gonna talk about masks.

(Oh my God … am I really gonna do this?  Yes. Yes I am.)

So … here’s where I stand...

Dear Diary …

I get it.  You’re confused.  Because there’s not really an “awards season” this year, you have no idea what people are getting awards for these days.  Well … because I’m a giver … I’m...

Dear Diary …

I can’t believe I’m actually going to say this, but I miss phone calls.  That’s right.  Me.  The guy who don’t like talkin’ to nobody.  The guy who’d much rather text, email, or … you...