I know I said I wasn’t going to write these anymore, but I’m a liar so here we are. Parents deal with their children’s chicanery daily. My situation is not particularly special. I am not the best father in the world, though I’d like to think I’m at least in the 90th percentile. Maybe 85th.
My grandfather, Jim Adamo, died one week ago today. I knew it was coming, everyone in my family did. He had recently fallen ill and we had a few weeks to make to peace with what we knew was going to happen. I don’t grieve well. I still haven’t cried since my grandmother passed. It’s
Vault is a really big deal for me. This is the first mini-series I’ve put out that will be available through Diamond. I’m excited. Vault is a story I love and a book I’m proud of, so I can’t wait for folks to read it. I’m also terrified. I crafted this tale. I wrote this
I think about my own death too much. Like most smokers I know, I convince myself that I’ve got every possible lung and throat disease at the slightest tickle in my neck. It doesn’t help that I write for a living and have trained my brain to plan for every worst-case scenario. I used to
“Vasectomy means never having to say you’re sorry.” -Larry Adler My testicles have Disneyland to thank for their current condition. None of my children were planned. You might call them “mistakes,” which wouldn’t be wholly inaccurate. At the point of conception for all three, protection was utilized but bypassed because, like the great Dr. Ian