By Mark | January 1, 2019
I spent a good deal of time between Christmas and New Year’s Day working on our house’s front entryway. I’m not sure how the idea came to me, but, at some point before leaving work for the holiday, it occurred to me that, having now lived here for about 20 years, I should probably start […]
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By Mark | February 14, 2017
This year, for my birthday, Linette ordered a “weighted blanket” for me. Well, it came today, and I’m laying under it right now, struggling to fill my lungs. I can see the appeal. It’s comforting. It’s like the lead apron you have to wear at the dentist’s office when you’re having X-rays taken. I’ve yet […]
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I somehow got cited as being one of the Detroit area’s “most influential independent journalists” in Metormode today, alongside Curt Guyette, of the ACLU, and Steve Neavling, of Motor City Muckraker, both of whom do fantastic, serious work. I’m not sure why I was selected for this honor. Maybe I was meant to represent all […]
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By Mark | August 16, 2015
What would you do if, in the early morning hours, before anyone was out and about, you found a bowling ball in the middle of a Depot Town sidewalk while walking your dog? Would you A) seize the opportunity, do your best Fred Flintstone impersonation, and hurl it down the sidewalk with giddy abandon? Or […]
By Mark | December 3, 2014
One of the nice things about having OCD is being able, in any situation, to instantly determine the absolute worse thing that could possibly happen. These ideas, at least in my experience, just kind of effortlessly flow through the mind of the obsessive. In my case, it’s gotten to the point where I hardly even […]