Notes from the Post-it Wall | Week of September 28, 2025
You are immortal until you’re not.
Notes from the Post-it Wall | Week of September 21, 2025
Some people just can’t be helped. They can’t help choosing to play the martyr, the victim. It’s fine to eventually let these people drown in the rough sea of their own making. The trick is saving the poor souls they might bring down with them.
The Implications of Not Walking Faster
Excuse me. Can you please walk faster?
Don’t you have some place to be?
At least move to the right. Let me pass.
No, I’m not in a rush, I just have things to get to today.
I don’t mean to be rude. But you’re taking so long and holding up the flow of traffic.
It’s not just me. Look at that lady in the surgical boot. She probably has an appointment with her orthopedic surgeon. You’re keeping her from receiving healthcare. Are you Mitch McConnell? Who’s rude now?
Notes from the Post-it Wall | Week of September 14, 2025
As we get older, moving and shaking becomes hard on the hips.
Celebrating a Bygone Wedding Anniversary
September 10, henceforth, shall be known as the Day of Broken Promises. It’ll be recognized as the day we all make promises none of us will keep. Because what is divorce if not a reneging on promises made to the person you once loved more than anyone else in front of all the runner ups?
Notes from the Post-it Wall | Week of August 31, 2025
Little bricks build a big house. And little problems build a strong case for losing your mind, burning your life down, and ending up speaking tongues to yourself on Lower Wacker.
Notes from the Post-it Wall | Week of Augsust 23, 2025
Doesn’t matter how cool your tattoos are. If you have a man purse, you’re not the man who runs into the fire to save your kids. You’re the man who watches his kids burn to death then blames the underfunded, but over lauded fire department.
Notes from the Post-it Wall | Week of August 17, 2025
Belief is a sledgehammer. Human interaction is a scalpel.
Love and Marriage and… Blood?
We crawled into bed, which creaked and popped like Oscar the Grouch’s metal trashcan with every single move we made. And that’s where we tried to understand what he meant when he said, “Please no bleeding on the bed sheets. It can be very expensive for you because with all the blood, we have to throw them away. But, hey, I get it. I’m married, too.”
Notes from the Post-it Wall | Week of August 10, 2025
The sign of real, true love is that it is resistant to the hardships and bullshit we create for ourselves.
Notes from the Post-it Wall | Week of August 3, 2025
The most fortunate people in the world are those who are divorced without kids.
Notes from the Post-it Wall | Week of July 27, 2025
When defaulting to victim status and celebrating your self-imposed victimhood falls out of fashion, there are going to be a lot of people wandering around without personalities.
Notes from the Post-it Wall | Week of July 20, 2025
What did bugs do for fun before the invention of the light bulb?
Notes from the Post-it Wall | Week of July 13, 2025
The reward is always greater when it’s celebrated in a puddle of your blood, sweat, and tears.
Notes from the Post-it Wall | Week of July 6, 2025
Mattel has released a new Barbie doll with type 1 diabetes and comes with her own glucose monitor. The next doll to be released is Meningioma Barbie. She comes with insurance, but her insurance doesn’t cover her treatment. Being released simultaneously is a Luigi Mangione doll.
Notes from the Post-it Wall | Week of June 29, 2025
The sign of a good relationship is a sore, slightly bruised pubic bone. (Heh, heh… bone…)
Notes from the Post-it Wall | Week of June 22, 2025
I feel bad for the Clown Community. Talk about a marginalized group. When you do an emoji search for “funny,” the clown does not appear in the results.
Notes from the Post-it Wall | Week of June 8, 2025
There is no love stronger than the love a young son has for his father when the boy wants to stay up late.
Notes from the Post-it Wall | Week of June 1, 2025
Priorities are terrible at taking turns.
Notes from the Post-it Wall | Week of May 25, 2025
Just because life’s happenings don’t fit into your presumed narrative, doesn’t mean you should villainize people. Life doesn’t care about your narrative. Heed the advice a therapist once told me: “Stop scripting the future. You cannot control everyone or everything, only yourself.”
If you must suffer fools, do so with a vengeance.