Real Talk, About Sex!

Oh my. Another sex scandal. Say it ain’t so. A man of power and honor, cheating on his wife. Who could do such a thing? I’ll tell you who……..EVERYONE! It makes no difference who you are, where you live, when you were born, what your occupation, or what so-called moral compass you think you have.

I Could

Wow! It’s been nearly 2 months since I wrote my last blog, and I’m not exactly sure why. I don’t think that my time has been any more, or less, tied up in recent weeks, and it’s not like I don’t have things on my mind I want to talk about, but for some reason

A Mothers Day Blog To My Big 4.

I couldn’t possible let Mothers Day go by without saying something about the Mothers in my life, and what they mean to me. So here goes. To Susan Young, my biological Mother: You gave me life, then you gave me life experiences. When we moved to Oregon in 1975, and then Idaho in ’78, I

Now You’re A Man, But You’re Still My Son.

Today is April 26th, 2012. 18 years ago today I was privileged to welcome Aidan Carruth-McKay Chick into the world. He was my first child, and quite possibly the individual most responsible for the person I am today. Not necessarily because of anything he did, but simply for just being my son. On this day, his 18th birthday,

True Peace of Mind

As an atheist, I am always interested in a healthy debate about the existence, or non-existence of god, and all that comes with it. In a conversation that I had this week, with a good friend of mine, she made a comment about her Dad, who passed away last year, looking down and laughing at her. Knowing that

Far More Bitter Than Sweet

It’s been nearly a year since my wife and I began to entertain the idea of moving from Dallas back to Boston. Although I was completely content with my life in Texas, there was always a part of me that wished I was still living in Massachusetts. It was my REAL home. The greatest place on earth.

Just 1 Of The 17,065 Days Of My Life

I have no idea how the day started. We we’re at a campsite in upstate Idaho. We had been at Yellowstone National Park for a few days and this was a pitstop on our way back home. I do remember that it was a beautiful sunny day, sometime around August 5th, which was my birthday.

Speechless

Good gracious. I have so much on my mind, yet nothing I want to write about. Booooooooo. Stay tuned. I promise to write something soon.

It’s Really Not A Lot

My Dad always used to say to me, “Figures lie, and liars figure.” I never really understood at the time what it meant. As I got older, it became quite clear. People will use numbers in the way that most benefits them. I have often cited cigarette smoking statistics as a perfect example. Now, I

Ya Gotta Love ‘Em

I put it out to my Facebook friends to give me a topic to write about, as I had not done a blog in over a week, and I was itching to write about something. After a few suggestions, some good and some bad (shoes? Really, Julie?), the idea of writing about my kids was