Walking the talk

The Patriots were up 21-3 late in the third quarter, the sound was on MUTE, the cat was snoring under the fleece blanket next to me on the couch and I was reading an email from one of my agents. Was I willing to go to Savannah to audition for a National Prilosec commercial? NothingRead more

Doing the improbable

After conducting a highly unscientific survey, I have come to the conclusion that new year’s resolutions are dying out.  Noboby seems to be making them any more, with the exception of actress Marva Hicks who said recently that she resolved last year "Not to stab anyone," and it worked so well she was renewing it.Read more

Reconciling with Christmas

One of the guys in my men’s group had a birthday last week, and I told him I’d take him to lunch to celebrate. At 4 p.m. on the appointed day, I stopped for coffee at Starbucks – the first time I’d stopped running all day – and that’s when I remembered the birthday. It’sRead more

Farewell, Michael Evans

There were ushers in the lobby, tall, graying men in dark suits who looked like bankers and wore blue name tags as they handed out the programs. There were teenaged boys in suits and girls in school uniforms. There were adults in somber colors, and a sanctuary awash with yellow light as the late-afternoon sunRead more

Matchless in Atlanta

Four weeks and four days after it began, my attempt at finding romance on the Internet ended essentially the way it began: loveless. With a few key strokes – and, a few days later, a testy follow-up email – I cancelled my subscription to Match.com and put an end to what had become a labor-intensiveRead more

Toast to a coach

On the day after Thanksgiving, the cat and I stepped out on the front porch to greet a cold Georgia morning. She was looking for wildlife – squirrels, birds, chipmunks, moles. I was marveling that yesterday it was 65 degrees, and this morning 32. It was on a morning like this, but sunnier, that aRead more

Confessions of a mystic

"There must be some kind of way out of here, said the joker to the thief there’s too much confusion I can’t get no relief…"                     From "All Along the Watchtower"* I picked up a copy of TIME magazine the other day in the library, intrigued by the cover story "TheRead more

Can you see me now?

FRIDAY, NOV. 11 – From where I’m standing on the 10th tee, three rolling fairways stretch away between tall oaks and pines, green and inviting. It is mid-morning and the air is crisp and warming pleasantly, and the sky is cloudless. Below the teebox are 11 golf carts bristling with equipment. On the tee itself,Read more

Completing the circuit

FRIDAY, NOV. 4 — Last week I wrote that I’d signed up with Match.com to find out if a woman I’d seen on the site was one I encountered in a grocery store last year, and to prove that I wasn’t too good for online matchmaking. Well, she isn’t and I’m not, and at someRead more

The match game

THURSDAY, OCT. 27 — A few blogs back I mentioned that friends concerned about my bachelor status – and no doubt baffled by stories from my last relationship — urged me to consider online dating. When I did, I found my ex-girlfriend’s picture ("Just another pretty face?"). Nevertheless, I found that I kept returning toRead more

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