Michael Mackie

We are nearing the first week of my let’s-go-sugar-free-for-an-entire-year insanity. And lemme tell you, I was doing pretty good—until today. At some point this morning, my body gave up. I … Read more

Remember when Dorothy leans in and gives Scarecrow a hug and says, “I think I’ll miss you most of all?” Well, first of all—how rude to do that in front … Read more

A scant few years ago I got an earful from my physician about how my excess drinking was starting to wreak havoc with my health. I had managed to put … Read more

2018 was—shall we say—not exactly my best year. I spent the first seven months gainfully unemployed and in a perpetually horrific mood. Years from now I’m sure I’ll be able … Read more

I went to a funeral yesterday that was perfect—as funerals go. It was more uplifting, soul-affirming celebration of life and less anguished, snot-bubble cryfest of finality. By complete happenstance, I … Read more

Three years ago, I plopped down at a charity dinner to hear a former Fox News anchor talk about her battle(s) with addiction. At the time, I didn’t know much … Read more

Cancer is an elusive, fickle son of a bitch. My friend Wendy Chioji will be the first person to tell you that. She battled cancer, then recovered, then battled it … Read more

We’re all adults—let’s talk for a minute. I’ve had several friends lament to me this week that they’ve gotten stuck in precarious positions because they simply could not say no. … Read more

Christian Feneck’s professional life was going along at a nice, upwardly-mobile pace—uh, until it wasn’t. The former architectural design guru/teacher found himself sans job and sans direction a few years … Read more

Last night was my 30 25 20-year high school reunion. It was phenomenal to see everyone kibitzing and carousing with wild abandon. So many smiling faces I haven’t seen in over … Read more