• it’s March…and there’s Madness

    A confession: I’m not really much of a college basketball fan, but I absolutely LOVE March Madness, or the NCAA Men’s Basketball Tournament as it’s more formally known. I love how any division I school has a shot at making “the big dance” if they just win enough games. I…

  • Changes

    Changes by Tupac Come on come on I see no changes. Wake up in the morning and I ask myself, “Is life worth living? Should I blast myself?” I’m tired of bein’ poor and even worse I’m black. My stomach hurts, so I’m lookin’ for a purse to snatch. Cops…

  • Bit by the baby bug…again

    Bit by the baby bug…again

    One of The Auteur’s close friends, who is now a neighbor of ours, got pregnant a few months before we did and just had her baby yesterday.  She had a boy, as are we; and I have to say that I’m getting bit by the baby bug once again. I…

  • better with age?

    better with age?

    I will shave my head before I get a bald spot.  My hairline has managed to outlive those of my closest friends and I refuse to allow it to wither away now.  

  • Rob gets headshrunk

    Rob gets headshrunk

    Today, for the first time since my separation and divorce, I spoke to a counselor.

  • Rob Reads: Dad shaped hole

    Rob Reads: Dad shaped hole

    This is something that a fellow blogger whom I follow wrote.  I thought it was especially relevant to me, given what’s going on – both with my relationship with The Kid and the recent passing of The Old Man. I didn’t feel “the hole” with The Old Man; rather, I…

  • the beat goes on…

    the beat goes on…

    I wasn’t ready to get back to my everyday life; it was more than by moving on, saying goodbye to the stuff surrounding my Dad’s death and funeral, it was like I was saying goodbye to him yet again. I just wasn’t ready to move forward.

  • 2014 in review

    2014 in review

    The WordPress.com stats monkeys prepared a 2014 annual report for this blog.

  • Can he walk at all?

    Can he walk at all?

    When staring in the face of death, I think its normal to think of these things.  I can only imagine what’s going through The Old man’s mind during all of thi

  • ringing in the new…

    ringing in the new…

    partying doesn’t seem as important to me as it once did.