Beers at the Nifty

My Captor’s brother and his wife invited us to visit Ireland. While briefly offended we weren’t their first choice –

Mothers, doing God’s work. Or for atheists, doing bleak nothingness’ work. Happy Mother’s day! The most important day of the

Me Mother was a Gilligan. And even more Irish than that sounds. It was a different time – even without

I’ve always wanted to be popular.  Haven’t we all? My goal for this website is one million followers and ‘influencer’

Happy Easter, the ‘Super Bowl of Christianity’! The day Christians celebrate the Resurrection, and the promise of eternal life. But

Rites of Passage. The sequel. All over again. Parenting is a serious slog, relieved by occasional fun moments – like

Everything you know is wrong. Is it advice my Father gave me, or feedback from former teachers and bosses? Regardless,

Two weeks later, and I’m still sleeping until noon every day. My Captor and I were in a great routine;

I have as many plans for the afterlife as the here and now. And the Nifty really does exist! As

Death is no laughing matter. I learned that the hard way with my self-financed one-man musical comedy “Death is a