Kicking And Screaming Down Mortality Hill


Randy and I fell in love with each other from hundreds of miles apart. We sent each other mix tapes and bared our souls in those play lists. He gave me Radiohead, Paul Westerberg, and the Ramones. He gave me the fucking Pixies and Joe Strummer. Joe Strummer makes me want to pray, and I’m a non-believer.  21 years later and music is still part of our every day. Just this evening, we watched...

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I hated turning 40. I hated it. When I was younger, forty sounded ancient to me. Everything about it sounded saggy and tired and falling backward into an existence where fun was no more. And the footwear would be horrible. I didn’t make my peace with my age until I neared the end of my forties. I realized a few years before turning 50 that aging was not only not so bad, but that I was...


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