Here’s why. — The cuddles. The laughter. The playfulness. These are the things that I get to experience with my kids that I don’t experience with anyone else. When people talk about having a good Thanksgiving with your “family”, my family is my two kids. My kids feel like the only people in…

Sure, I may have had the right intentions, but the impact of my intentions seem to be backfiring in 2023. I taught my students to question their reality by having them analyze Plato’s Allegory of the Cave and connecting it to the film The Matrix. I taught my students to…

I may have only made $8 per article, but I found my soul in every single one. — What’s the price of your soul? Apparently, mine is $8.18. At least that’s what the math says. 200 Medium article/$1,635.98 in earnings = $8.18 per article. The math doesn’t end there. Most of my 2–3 minute articles took me 5–10 minutes to write, which means I need to divide $8.18/5–10…

I’ve learned to fall in love with that song — here’s why (and how). — There’s a scene in the film Silver Linings Playbook where Bradley Cooper completely loses his shit while waiting in his therapist’s waiting room. Why does he go ape-shit? For two reasons. One, because it’s the song that he and his wife got married to — a wife who has since…

She gave me the gift of appreciating my kids. — I’m convinced. The Buddhists have been right all along: our curses usually end up becoming our blessings, while our blessings end up being our curses. Have you not witnessed the beauty that radiates from a cancer survivor, while simultaneously observing the spiritual bitterness that can be found in a lottery…

When I first joined Medium, I didn’t even know you could be paid for writing on here. I had no idea that a company would pay you to share your thoughts and feelings with the world. I used to share my vulnerable shit on Facebook (no, I’m not kidding). After…

Before I jump into this article, a disclaimer is warranted. But rather than explaining the disclaimer, I’d prefer you to discover for yourself what is missing from the painting above. Better yet, who is missing. Just in case you can’t figure it out on your own, let me simplify it…

It was the most liberating emotion I’ve ever felt as a guy— here’s why. — The title of tonight’s article will undoubtedly trigger some readers. Spoiler: I don’t give a fuck. Some men will undoubtedly accuse me of being a pussy for leaning into my feelings — which is exactly what I did to myself (for years) before my divorce. Welcome to the world of…

A cautionary reminder — to all of us. — It’s tempting to think that people are either born evil, or that they choose to become evil. The truth is far more complicated. I don’t know much about Hitler’s biography, but he wasn’t torturing animals for shits and giggles as a kid like psychopaths do. The historical record doesn’t satisfactorily…