All right, thanks for filling in for me. I know you might not have cowritten a song, let alone written a song before, but you’re all I’ve got. Don’t worry, I’m going to show you exactly what to do, ok?
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Are you married? If you are, there’s a good chance my mom was the pianist in your wedding.
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I used to watch those pharmaceutical commercials for depression and anxiety and my eyes would well up with tears because I related so much. I’d almost involuntarily raise my hand.
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Last summer I wrote a blog post called An Open Letter to Mitch Garver of the Minnesota Twins. It’s about Silas, my 7-year-old son, and his obsession with the major league baseball player.
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Of the books I read in 2019, I highly recommend these. There’s a little something for everyone: historical fiction, business, memoir, creative writing, self-help — even a children’s book (which you probably know of).
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I have this thing I say multiple times a day. Sometimes out loud. Sometimes just to myself. Sometimes I say it to my wife Heidi. Sometimes Heidi says it to me. Move fast and get hurt. The other day she wondered whether she should go to this party. She didn’t really know many people. Would
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I was 12, a Peewee hockey player on the A team. Honestly, though, I sat the bench a lot that year. I was one of the younger kids. We didn’t have enough players for a B team, otherwise I would have been on it. It’s not that I was a terrible player. It’s just that
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I used to watch my dad carve the turkey. He had one of those electric knives that looks like a mini hedge trimmer. I can’t wait to do that someday, I thought to myself.
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