South City Confessions: Why a social media diet is important

Did you know there are different kinds of diets?  (KEANU VOICE) WHOAAAAAA!!!! It’s not just choosing rather or not to shove that chip full of queso down your throat, or if that whole burger should be eaten or cut in half. Portion control extends itself to social media, where an addiction can occur just as … More South City Confessions: Why a social media diet is important

South City Confessions: The world would be a better place if people stopped at red lights and stop signs

Once upon a time in the cold bottleneck region of south city, I was driving for Uber when I nearly was crushed by another car. Before my mom can text me to ask if I am okay all these years later, allow me to provide some detail. If you’ve ever driven for Uber, the hot … More South City Confessions: The world would be a better place if people stopped at red lights and stop signs

South City Confessions: Advice for kids as school returns

Dear kids of varying ages,  School is back. Like the grass that grows underneath your feet in the backyard, every summer ensures the eventual return of school. It’s a part of life and growth… or so I was told decades ago. But with every school yard, there lies another battle. If only the books were … More South City Confessions: Advice for kids as school returns

South City Confessions: Masking up or not shouldn’t be a declaration of war between people

I wore a mask for 14 months. Everywhere. The gym, restaurants for takeout, movie theaters that were actually open, and just about anywhere. I hated it, but did so for the sake of my family and many other families. But that really sounds and even rides off like the tongue like a pile of shit. … More South City Confessions: Masking up or not shouldn’t be a declaration of war between people

South City Confessions: Friendships found in odd places can teach you the most

Jake Hossin used to give me a hard time-but eventually, we became friends. I hope he doesn’t take offense in the first few sentences of this post, and while I wouldn’t be surprised if he parachuted out, I would implore him-and you-to stick around. This is good. We both went to Brentwood High School around … More South City Confessions: Friendships found in odd places can teach you the most

South City Confessions: Getting paid to do what you LOVE is the dream

My grandfather was a writer for a small newspaper in St. Louis. Sitting at the northwest corner of Hampton and Pernod, Lawrence Bulus pumped out columns about fishing and wildlife. That was his thing. He didn’t make a lot of money doing it. But he did receive a paycheck for doing something he loved. Isn’t … More South City Confessions: Getting paid to do what you LOVE is the dream

South City Confessions: Please stop running red lights!

Stop running red lights. If there is one annual grievance I have with drivers in general is that they seemingly can’t be stopped. As in, they don’t care for or understand the impact of stop lights. You know, the big traffic posts flashing different colors at the big intersections? Yeah, that one. Pay attention. Why … More South City Confessions: Please stop running red lights!

South City Confessions: Stop worrying about what you can’t control in life

Forget about it. While it’s an iconic movie line to most, it’s actually great advice to yourself just about every day. Fuggedaboutit! Basically, control what you can, and stop worrying about the rest. All it’s doing is causing massive internal agony that is just being placed on the really important stuff. It’s why people have … More South City Confessions: Stop worrying about what you can’t control in life

South City Confessions: The one heroic deed that the St. Louis Cardinals did for the Manual Scoreboard crew

Troy Siade died too young. He was the kind of the guy who came into a dark room and provided instant electricity. A guiding light for a slow day at the old ballpark. Old as in Busch Stadium 2.0, the outdated model that sat across the street and contained thousands of vivid memories for me. … More South City Confessions: The one heroic deed that the St. Louis Cardinals did for the Manual Scoreboard crew