Ham does weird things to you…

So yesterday was Easter, and like many, I ate too much of everything. I ate too much ham, kielbasa, potatoes, and mac and cheese. Then I went to bed and

Father’s Day

Every Father’s Day (since I became an adult), my ritual with Dad was to see whatever Summer blockbuster movie was playing, and then we’d discuss it over a late lunch.

Merry Christmas! (if you celebrate that sort of thing)

A.J.’s alarm went off early so he could get ready for Christmas mass. I just rolled over and, for whatever reason, thought about baseball and my beloved Yankees. Then, I

Merry Christmas, F*ck You

I used to love writing out holiday cards. I used to design and make a lot of them by hand. It was pretty much the only thing I still liked

Why I’m going to Hell…(for the first Sunday of Advent)

Being part Irish and part Italian doesn’t bode well for someone who doesn’t identify as Catholic. I’ve been through the sacraments and all that jazz, and even, on occasion, stop

What I’m Thankful For…

You turn on the news and you see nothing but bad stuff going on either on the other side of the world, or even on the other side of town.

SATURDAY THE 14TH! (Dun dun dunnnnnn)

(NOTE: This post was scheduled to go live yesterday, but, in light of the attacks in Paris and Lebanon, I chose to wait a day.) I’m not a huge fan

BECAUSE HE HAD A HOLLOW WEENIE!

I grew up in Teaneck, just over the GWB from NYC (George Washington Bridge and New York City for the uninitiated). I used to listen to Z100’s morning show before