It Begins...

Last week I was down in Boston for a 2-day training seminar with my work. My wife (Rachael) and I (Mark) had been sort of/kind of/maybe trying to get pregnant. And let’s be clear for a moment. Anytime somebody tells you that they and their spouse are “trying to have a baby”, it just means they’re doing it. A lot. If a guy tells you this, just take it as a brag on his part, it’s the married-life equivalent to boasting about your most recent lay.


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Melissa

I lost one of the most important people in my life Friday. In 2001, I began my college career. I say career, but anyone who knows me knows that it was just 5 years of goofing off. I didn't know a single person going into UMass Lowell and years of being a dork in Middle/High school had ripped away at any sense of self-esteem I had in me.


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My Delovely Sleepy Wife

Typically, most mornings I'm up before my wife... My favorite part of said morning is the moment when I hear a high-pitched grunt come from the bedroom followed by the sounds of a creaky bed as sheets are thrown this way and that... No, there's not someone in the bedroom with my wife, those sounds are the terrifying yet incredibly adorable actions of a very groggy woman.


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Rachael

So I'm getting married. Those are words which I've practiced saying to myself in fantasy and make-believe for nearly 22 years. You ever notice how if you say a word long enough, it almost doesn't sound like tangible dialect anymore? That's kind of the effect I get from those words. I've been thinking about the concept for so long that now that it's finally happening, I can't wrap my mind around it.


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