Thank God for McMaster
“Thank God for Governor McMaster!” Governor McMaster is the Republican Governor of South Carolina. “Thank God for Governor McMaster” is what I texted my friend yesterday afternoon. That is not a statement that I ever, in a million years, thought would come out of my mouth. Or off of my fingers. Because while I understand that human beings are complex creatures, and that we all contain multitudes—the truth of the matter is that I don’t like the guy. I’ve actually been sitting
Am I the Only One?
I thought time would go slower. It is just me? Am I the only one who thought this lock down would have some affect on how quickly time was moving? That it would slow it down a skosh? I recognize that as naive. I know that not being able to get a table for six at Applebees, or TJ Maxx being closed has no impact on how I or any of us experience the illusion of time. But actually, that’s not true! This lockdown or quarantine or whatever it is that we are experiencing/living thr
Perfection is in the Realm of the Creator
I feel like one of the reasons people come to this blog is for a back stage look at my life, and all the weird things that go into making it. Sometimes it’s cancer. Sometimes it’s me annoying Jaimie. Sometimes it’s me making fun of the way people park in my apartment complex. Well, yesterday’s adventure was me making last minute edits on my book. “But Davey, your book is done! Next week is May 1! What could you still possibly be working on??” That’s what one would think! But
Yesterday, I went to Walmart. Does that sentence appear ominous? I want it to appear ominous. I don’t know about you, but this lockdown has given Walmart a much different feel. It hasn’t done that with other stores. I don’t feel like I’m taking my life into my own hands when I go to BiLo. When I go to CVC I don’t feel like I’m entering Thunderdome. But going to Walmart yesterday made me feel like I was entering the Roman Coliseum. When I left Jaimie almost cried. Like I was g
$15 an Hour!
I am a liberal. Much to the chagrin of most of my extended family. I am happy to say, however, that I still get invited to reunions. They are still buying my book. This leads me to believe that blood is thicker than Fox News and MSNBC. Let’s see if I’m singing that same tune come November. This past month has been a highly charged political time. Which is saying something, considering how highly charged we’ve been the last three years. And I am sitting on some very strong opi
“If you don’t love a picture of yourself, wait ten years.” -Something Lauren Duffie said once. __________ I love social media. I know that’s not a popular opinion. I know as a Gen-Xer I’m supposed to hate everything. I know as a brooding, intense writer I’m supposed to be a contrarian and tear down what everyone else is doing. I am happy to report that for the majority of my life, I have! I’ve hated almost everything popular! My freshman year of college the album Crash by the
Good Friday, or What is Truth
“What is truth?” That was the question posed to me this morning. And no— I was not wake and baking. Do people still say wake and baking? And no— I was not pondering the realities of our current political situation. This question, "What is truth?" was being asked by the one and only Pontius Pilate. Remember him? The guy we talk about every Easter? Mr. Pilate was asking “What is truth” to the one and only Jesus, and this was all going down on the original Good Friday, nearly 20
In case any of you out there wondering how it is I start most of my days—don’t worry, I am about to tell you. Most of the time I fall right back asleep. I set my alarm at a time that is for too aspirational, and roll back over and doze off for another hour. Then there are the days when I pick up my phone and dive into a black hole of CNN and the New York Times. I try and avoid this trap as much as humanly possible. Like most people, the news wrecks havoc on my blood pressure,
Like all of you, Jaimie and I have found ourselves in the grip of this lockdown. We’ve been working from home. We’ve barely left the house in three weeks. We’ve discovered Zoom. We even made my mother download the House Party game app so we could spend some time together as a family. I’ve had my radiation appointments and trips to the grocery store, but other than that the two of us have been nestled on the couch of our third floor apartment at Ardmore Howell Road. And while
View From My Lockdown
It was at 11:30 last night that I started to lose my mind. That was day three of the non-stop music and screaming from the apartment below us. I just couldn’t believe what was happening. Friday night was annoying, but manageable. Saturday night at 1 a.m. things started to get to me, but I remained calm. Then on Sunday night I really started to question my sanity. I spent an hour holding my phone out the window, recording what I was hearing. I would save it as evidence, and th