I like order. Probably more than I should. I like when things have a home. Keys go here. Shoes go there. Tools go back where they belong. Sticks that become pretend swords stay outside. Dishes do not form a tiny leaning tower of nastiness in the sink. Simple stuff. Reasonable
This was it. Fifteen years of hard work, and finally I was walking out for the last time. My very own independence day. Or, as scholars will look back on this day and affectionately refer to it as, The Great Shrug. My last day in the office wasn’t a
We have a family friend, Mary. She’s been around my wife’s family forever. Raised her kids, watched them grow up - the whole thing. The kind of person who’s been part of my wife’s life for as long as she can remember. She works as a
They all tell you it goes fast. You hear it when your kids are babies. You hear it when they start walking. You hear it from older parents with that look on their face like they’ve seen something you haven’t yet. And mostly, while you’re in it,
One of the unexpected perks of this whole early retirement thing has been having a friend to go through it with. He and I went to grad school together almost twenty years ago. MBAs, side by side, full of the usual hopes and dreams - the careers we'd
It snowed this morning. April 7th. I was grumbling under my breath about moving to Florida before the day even got going. So naturally, we flew kites after dinner. It was cold. Like, hands going numb, why am I outside right now, kind of cold. After this New England winter
And why I would (and still might) do it differently A note to Pete (MMM) and JL Collins, should they ever stumble upon this site: I apologize for what you are about to read and the ensuing agita that comes with it. PART ONE: The Mogul Years Growing up I
Turns out, I really like my beers. Now to be fair, I've always really liked my beers. You could say it's like a favorite pastime of mine. So of course, after making the decision to leave my corporate job, I was going to enjoy myself and
If I can get even one person to chuckle to themselves the next time they ask for the wifi somewhere, like, "Steve, you son of a bitch, you got me", mission accomplished. Seriously, pack it up. We're done here. Beyond that, I'm hoping this