I love candy. I think I've mentioned this before. I also love candy-like treats that are made specifically to hold, cradle and protect more candy. Yes, I'm a child trapped in a lady's body. A lady who looks forward to every holiday and the sheer joy of making, eating and gifting candy-like … [Read more...] about EAT YOUR HEART OUT #9: Chocolate Lo Mein Easter Nests.
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Please Don’t Read My Basketball Diaries.
The year was 1990. I was the goofy kid running up and down the court, clearly having trouble coordinating running with dribbling. My pasty-white legs (hairless, thanks genetics) swished back and forth like light-sabers stuffed into a pair of sneakers. My shorts were uncomfortably 'short' and I … [Read more...] about Please Don’t Read My Basketball Diaries.
Building Mason’s Fortress of Solitude + A HUGE Target Giveaway.
I SORT OF remember a few years back when, in the middle of baseball playoff season, my wife yelled to me from the other room, "Forget about the game, we've got shit to do." I'm being facetious, it's almost impossible to forget that moment, it was my very first blog post on Dad or Alive and ended up … [Read more...] about Building Mason’s Fortress of Solitude + A HUGE Target Giveaway.
Mason Gets His Stroll On.
For the last few months, I've literally felt like some sort of animal, hibernating in my burrow. Except I'm not underground, I'm crunched up in a ball under blankets inside the house with my kids next to the fireplace. This winter has been absolutely BRUTAL. I've shoveled the driveway the … [Read more...] about Mason Gets His Stroll On.
My Last Hair-ah?
Many of you have no clue who this fella is... No guesses?? C'mon, seriously? It's me! Yes, that's Dad or Alive, hiding under a rug of healthy, protein-fortified wavy movie-star quality follicles. But that was like, thirty years ago. Back then, I could wake up, take five to eight seconds to … [Read more...] about My Last Hair-ah?
An Interview With Myself as I Turn 38.
It's no surprise that I showed up to my own interview nervous, after hours of rummaging through my closet for no reason, sifting through out-of-date dress shirts, still pressed and holding the tags from a dry cleaner in Los Angeles. It's been over four years since any of them have been … [Read more...] about An Interview With Myself as I Turn 38.
