Archive for July 2020

Childish and immature, I know, but c’mon. How is it possible that this sign exists? “Speed bump” is a fine way to describe this feature in the road. It’s the way it’s always been described. A perfectly fine means of both describing this feature accurately and assigning it a name. All in just two short…

Copies of the Serbian edition of Twenty-one Truths About Love arrived today. I’m not a huge fan of this cover, but what I found especially interesting is my name: Metju Diks? My name is spelled differently in Serbian? I didn’t know that people’s names could be spelled differently depending upon the language. That’s weird. Right?…

When I speak about my books and writing, the thing that becomes apparent to me is what people don’t understand about the career of a writer. People often envision me sitting in solitude, devising sentences and paragraphs, fully immersed in my stories. If all I ever had to do is write, life would be amazing.…

In moments when you feel like our country is moving in a frightening direction and you question the motives of your fellow Americans, please keep in mind that the rational, reasonable, decent people tend not to be the loudest, most aggressive people in our world, so it’s easy to feel like we’re going over a…

I was standing in tee box on the seventh hole last week, prepared to hit my driver, when a golfer from the adjacent hole emerged from the tree line to hit a ball that had trickled into our fairway. Etiquette and personal safety dictate that you wait for the golfers on the tee box to…

Yesterday, I mentioned that I am the inventor of the peanut butter and tuna fish sandwich. This bit of culinary brilliance was born of necessity. As a kid, my mother occasionally served us tuna fish sandwiches for lunch. Rightfully despising mayonnaise more than almost any other food product on the planet, my sandwiches consisted of…

When I was 19 years-old, I spent an evening as the stripper for a bachelorette party in the crew room at a McDonald’s restaurant in Milford, MA. I know. It’s ridiculous. The saddest part of this sad story is that I was excited about the opportunity until the moment arrived to actually remove my clothes.…

At the end of each month, I report on the progress of my New Year’s resolutions (or lack thereof). Now that I’ve reached the half-year point, I also do an assessment of the likelihood that I will complete the goal and any major adjustments that may be required. Here are the result through the end…