For some mysterious reason, I have successfully fooled the kind folks over at Sweatpants and Coffee into thinking I’m a real writer. I’ve somehow become a bit of a regular. Here is my latest creation that they have posted . . . . (If you go check it out, don’t let on that I’m only a pretend writer).
Gluten Save My Marriage
Sweatpants & Humor | Gluten Saved My Marriage
I remember exactly where I was. I remember who it was that first told me. I remember the images on the television. I remember the disbelief, the confusion, the horror and the anger.
I remember those who lost their lives in the attacks. I remember those who lost their lives trying to save lives. I think of those who lost a husband, lost a wife, a mom, a dad, a child, a family member, a friend.
I didn’t realize it on that day, but looking back, I remember a day when we weren’t from different cities or states. We weren’t black or white. We weren’t Right or Left. We weren’t rich or poor. . . . .
We were victims.
We were heroes.
We were people who cared.
We were people who grieved.
We were fierce in spirit.
We were United in thought.
We were simply American.
I remember 9/11.
There are three rules for keeping my phone out of the toilet. I only need to use one of them.
1. Stop using the toilet.
2. Stop wearing hoodies.
3. Stop putting my phone in my hoodie pocket when going to the bathroom.
I tried rule number one and only made it for half a day. Number two is out of the question because hoodies are my thing. And I keep forgetting to observe rule three. . . . Luckily, this time my phone fell outside the bowl instead of in after bouncing around the rim.
Sweatpants and Coffee has posted another of my stories. It’s about the alleged un-manliness of not being a big fan of sports. Give it a look and a like!
Personal Essays | Sports Shaming