Every three months, I give blood. Not for heroism. For maintenance. I’m on TRT, and that means I need to keep my iron in check. It’s part of the deal. Same dance every time: Sit down. Arm out. Finger prick. Hemoglobin check. Then come the questions — clinical, scripted.“Been out of the country?”“Any new tattoos?”…And … Read more
Listen, my son. Not every man wants to chant in a candlelit room surrounded by lavender oil and borrowed tribal symbols. Some of us just want our knees to stop hurting and our backs to stop barking every time we get out of a chair. That’s not yoga slander. That’s reality. The modern yoga scene? … Read more
Last week— January 14, 2026 — we weren’t just drinking craft beers at Aristaeus Brewing in Langhorne. We were marking a shift. A necessary one. Jonesy launched his book: Fire Your Boss: Get Paid to Be Yourself. And let me tell you — it wasn’t some stiff, corporate handshake circle. No catering trays. No phony … Read more
Listen, my son. You can lift all the weight.Stack all the cash.Build the status, the strength, the silence. But nothing — and I mean nothing — hits like when your daughter looks up at you and says, “Daddy.” It doesn’t matter how old she gets.Doesn’t matter how deep your voice gets or how gray your … Read more