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Love. Reader note:  When my heart swells it. Writes in fragments. Okay, now that you’ve been warned… carry on. Her: “Thanks for the follow. Do I know you?” Me: “No, but can I call you? It’s important. It’s about Martha and June.” And then she hit send on her final Twitter DM to me containing nothing but an area code and 7 more digits. She answered not on the first ring, but on the first dingle of the first ring. “How

I think sadness/grief turns off a certain part of your brain… maybe out of necessity… maybe for survival. Okay, so look… I met a chick some time ago. She was in jail and I saw a picture of her on the Internet. Hell, I guess I was feeling charitable so I got in my car and drove. There was something about her eyes in that picture that felt familiar… like home. I figured I’d just go and mee

Let me tell you about the night that I lost Reedus.     Coincidentally, it was the same night that I found Reedus. We were at a Wizard World event. And I just wanna go on record and say that I’ve never not known where that fucker was. It was about 12:30am peeking in on a Sunday and I was on the 18th floor of this hotel in Nashville, Tennessee when I get a panicked call from Reedenstein telling me he&#

Flanery, get the hell over here!! So, over I went.  My Grandaddy was just leaving the scoring table at one of my swim meets when I was about eight years old.  He put his arm around me and walked me all the way to a bench on the other side of the pool.  The meet was still going on, but I was done with my last event. I was wringing wet and fresh out of the pool after having placed fourth in the 25 freestyle in the boys

“Flanery… get out here!”  So out I went… straight to the porch.  I always did.  My Grandaddy had answers, and I always wanted more of those.  Everyone else always wondered why he called me by my last name, but I never did.  It was just something that sounded better out loud.  We were a tribe, and those three syllables sounded our call.   “Ya mamau cookin’ her Sunday fried chic

There’s no shortage of ways to increase health & overall happiness… only a shortage of resolve to make it happen.  -Sean Patrick Flanery Listen, I know the flavor of the day is to proclaim the “5 most deadly secrets that…”,or “the 6 most revered traits of…” blah blah blah.  I know that that headline gets people’s attention.  Well, the truth is I actually don’t

686.  I’ll never forget that number as long as I live. The jobs market is rough, and this weak economy has made it ever rougher.  In the last year I’ve had a number of blog requests to write something like a “how to get a job blog for the less fortunate”.  Well, I’m certainly no expert, but I will humbly give my opinion on a little something that has always worked well for me when I need

But, some people DO have eating problems!!!  -Sean Patrick Flanery Bullsh*t excuses!!!!! Part 1… (yes, there’s more)   If you care about your kids or loved ones, how about giving them an extra couple of years to spend with you?  And if you just wish someone would love you for who you are??  Step in front of a mirror, because that’s EXACTLY who you are.  The care that you take of your own person

One hundred and ten percent is BULLSHIT!!  Where effort is concerned… it simply doesn’t exist.  -Sean Patrick Flanery   Tell me this: when did people start making statements like “I gave it one hundred and TEN percent”?  When did our collective math skills go to shit??  Well, I think it happened when people started mistaking a LITTLE  bit of pain and fatigue with the TERMINAL level of fat

Religion is an inside job, so don’t go looking in buildings on Sundays!!!!  -Sean Patrick Flanery There is a necessity of HOPE and RELIGION that lies at the core of our existence.   This much I know. Every single, conscious, human action in life is done for a presumed or desired result. Most actions start to wane when there is no guarantee of the desired result. THIS is where HOPE comes in. And HOPE is a necess