Last summer, my wife and I moved out of our apartment and home of five years in Williamsburg, Brooklyn, and relocated a few miles east to a neighborhood called Bushwick. At the time, this was a bit of a tragic event for us because we loved that apartment and the surrounding neighborhood dearly. The problem was, though, the landlords who also lived in the building were a duo of some of the most heinous assholes I have ever met and had the displeasure of having to interact with. For the sake of my blood pressure and the generally pleasant mood I am currently in, I will not elaborate on the frequent and sundry ways in which those two soulless, spineless ...

Happy Father's Day Howdy Pops, While I wish that I could see you today and make you a pile of the fried catfish featured on the site this week for Father's Day, it is a comfort knowing that in less than a week you and Mom will be up here for a visit! I have often said that I won the "familial lottery," and the older get and the more folks I meet, the more I know that it is true. Upon reflecting on the ever-increasing number of ways in which you have made marked impact on my life, here are the top twenty moments and memories from my childhood and beyond that I have because of you! Pops, put simply, thank you for... ...always making me feel ...

This past Saturday, with the help of my good buddies over at Onward Entertainment, I took a giant leap towards achieving a dream that I've had festering in the back of my mind for a long time. For those of you who read this blog, it may not surprise you that this particular dream is to make a cooking show. For as long as I can remember, performance art (theatre, music and comedy) and cooking have been the two biggest competing passions in my life, each winning out at certain times over the other and vice versa. Because of this competition, I never felt like I was giving either my full attention for the amount of time needed to accomplish anything ...

Similar to the Saturday on which my wife and I were married, June 6th started off a bit dreary and overcast. There was a light drizzle, the clouds more pouting than raining, but by the time lunch time hit the Sun had finally shaken off its Friday night and put on a good showing. I suppose that even Nature got a little excited and wanted to add some dramatic flair to the day, “‘is it going to rain? Boy oh boy I sure hope not!’ Siiiiiike, silly humans, of course I have whipped up a gorgeous mid-70’s afternoon with clear skies for your frivolous horse race. Now if you’d be so kind as to put $10 on horse #5 for me, we’ll call it even.” ...

On the Thursday before Memorial Day weekend, I woke up around the usual time, ate my usual breakfast, and took my usual train line. Except on this day, I took the L train headed in the opposite direction. My route was leading me east when seemingly everyone else was headed west into the city to begrudgingly begin the transformation back into the “work version” of themselves and attempt to chug down as much of their favorite morning stimulant as they can to shake off the ghost of sleep still haunting their minds. Even though my destination is a place where most are loath to go, regardless of your reason for being there, there was a brief moment ...