I am typing this with one hand, so please forgive my brevity. I broke my arm Fri. night. I sort of pitched forward off my front steps after slipping off the top one. (No, I wasn’t drunk. No, it wasn’t icy or even wet.)
Anyway, I’m in a sling, so posts are likely to be slow for the next 3-6 weeks. Fear not: our culture will continue to deteriorate unchronicled by me. I’ll have plenty of material when I get back to 100%.
I'm a columnist and blogger for Military Spouse magazine. I'm a Navy husband, a dad, and an aspiring novelist.
This is my personal blog. If it sounds too quiet around here, it's probably because I have no energy for writing because I'm engaged in that all-consuming endeavor called Parenting. I'll post when I have something to say, or when I find a stray bit of creative energy, or when Sean heads off to school.
If you have a question about being a male military spouse or about my writing, you can post it here or e-mail me.
That’s what happens when you drink too much Oberon. What goes with “gimp” ? Well…there’s bring out the gimp from Pulp Fiction. There’s Gimpy from the cartoon Undergrads. But I like the Pulp Fiction reference instead.
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