My biggest bully isn’t some jerk from high school or a boss I once told off. It’s the voice in my own head. The one that heckles me when I step on the scale, mocks me when I work out, and reminds me that my brand-new implants still feel like chewing gravel. That critic never shuts up. The punchline, though, is that if anyone else talked to me the way I talk to myself, I’d cut them out of my life in a heartbeat. But since it’s me, I let it slide. And that’s the trap; mistaking cruelty for honesty.

You enter the world screaming. Not politely, not with grace, just raw lungs and panic. That’s the first scene in everybody’s play. The crying’s built in. What isn’t guaranteed is the laugh at the end.

Some people never get there. They leave this world the same way they arrived: terrified, bitter, grasping at scraps. But if you can survive the traumas, the betrayals, the bureaucracies, the cancers, and still find yourself chuckling in the face of it all, then you’ve beaten the house.

The real prize of life isn’t wealth or legacy. It’s walking off the stage with a grin, whispering the punchline nobody else caught.

Money. The universal scam we all agreed to play along with. My parents hid from creditors like it was an Olympic sport, I grew up broke-but-hopeful, and now at 62 I still check my bank balance like I’m cutting the red wire on a bomb. Boomers are supposed to be the “richest generation,” but half of us are one medical bill away from raiding the Folgers can again.

So how the hell did we get here? Recessions, 18 percent mortgages, gurus screaming about lattes, and kids who think avocado toast started in 2015. I lay it all out in my latest piece: equal parts truth bomb and therapy session, with just enough sarcasm to keep you from crying into your 401k statement.

“Stay positive.” It sounds supportive, but most of the time it’s a muzzle. The wellness industry turned positive thinking into a cult that gaslights people into denying their pain, blaming themselves for bad luck, and buying endless courses and crystals to “fix” their mindset.

Here’s the hard truth: honesty is not negativity. Denial is not wellness. And the more we tell people to smile through their suffering, the worse we make things.

This piece calls out the toxic side of positivity, why it keeps you stuck, and what actually works instead.

Ancel Keys didn’t just get it wrong, he rewrote the rules so nobody could check his work. He threw out the countries that didn’t fit his theory, demonized fat, and handed sugar and processed carbs a hall pass. Sixty years later, we’re still following his bad advice like it’s gospel, shuffling down the cereal aisle thinking we’re making “heart-healthy” choices while our waistlines and medical bills keep growing. The truth has been out for decades. The lie just pays better.

I don’t do “it depends.” Either it is or it isn’t. This new article is for the folks who still believe in clarity, call things what they are, and don’t have time for philosophical hedging. If you’re tired of swimming in gray when all you need is black or white, this one’s for you.

🎸 Born too late for Woodstock, too early for Wi-Fi... but still rocking.

Meet the Jones Generation—America’s most overlooked powerhouse. We didn’t burn bras or build startups, but we bridged the gap between rotary phones and TikTok, raised two generations, and kept the lights on when nobody else could.

This article pulls no punches. It's a raw, honest look at the generation that got handed leftovers and turned them into legacy.

👉 Read The Art of Being a Jones and see how the middle child of American culture became the grown-up in the room.
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What happens when the Christian God and Odin sit down for a quiet chat at the edge of forever? No lightning bolts, no burning bushes, just two old gods swapping stories about love, pain, and why humans can’t stop chasing the wrong things. It’s sharp, funny, and maybe a little holy.

Read Two Chairs at the Edge of Forever.
Because sometimes the gods talk, and it’s not thunder … it’s truth.

Three men. One cold room. No throne, no scrolls, no sermon. Just Jesus, Marcus Aurelius, and Plato arguing quietly about the nature of God and what the hell we’re all doing here. No answers tied up in ribbons. Just pain, purpose, and a road that doesn’t care who you are—only whether you keep walking.

Read: The Dust Is Where the Lost Are.

They’ll keep you alive, sure. Hook you up to machines, load you with meds, and celebrate your 85th birthday in a hospital gown. But what about actually living? This isn’t about more years on the calendar. It’s about better ones. Health-span is the decade most folks lose before the grave — and the system’s not built to stop it. Prevention doesn’t pay, so you don’t get it. You want real answers, not another prescription? You’re gonna have to fight for them. Read this before your next doctor visit. Because staying alive isn’t enough anymore. Not if you’re not living.

“We once built pyramids. Now we build brands. We knew how to survive. Now we just know how to scroll.”

This isn’t your usual top ten list. These are the truths we keep pretending we don’t know, even as the world catches fire, our mental health collapses, and billionaires cosplay as gods. Read this one. Sit with it. Share it if you’ve still got hope for us.