I BLANK NJ Blog

It’s fitting that Thanksgiving was so late this year because I’m still basking in a glow of gratitude. This morning I woke up seven years sober. That’s 2,557 days with no hangovers, no blackouts, no existential dread …okay that last one hasn’t gone away completely, but now when dread sits on my chest, it weighs a lot less. At times, especially in the beginning, it was incredibly hard, but miraculously it’s gotten easier every year, even if it isn’t easy every second of every

The first time Tara and I went apple picking at Hillcrest Orchards was almost exactly three years ago. Our first trip to the orchard in...

This is not the blog I intended to write today: I tried to write something inspired by my failed attempt to teach Margo that the next...

Most week days, my morning starts at 5:08. That’s when my phone dings to alert me that Tara’s walking down our driveway as her even...

Whether you pronounce it “brat” or “brat,” it’s one of life’s tastiest terms. Inspired by Charli XCX, in 2024 the Collins Dictionary...

Owning a flag pole is a huge undertaking, not for the faint of heart. One wrong move on the pole can throw off the balance of the whole...

I spent the past five days almost completely alone, isolating with a – thankfully mild –  case of COVID that I didn’t want to pass on to...