Author Jack McNamara

This past week I had a rare and extremely relieving moment of serenity in what has otherwise been a high-strung semester. It was a reminder of how far positive thinking can get someone, but more...

Earth Day is on Thursday, and not a day too soon.

I don’t dream a lot as an adult and — not to be a downer —I think it’s because my mind tends to associate dreaming with unremitting terror.

Jack gives a recap of a "normal" night in his townhouse.

Jack relates the odd occurrences that follow him as he shops for a suit for an upcoming job interview.

In this week's article, Mcnamara talks about his adventures with 'Foursquare' and getting his Oompa-Loompa look on.

Graduation is like becoming a werewolf.

Getting back on track, one of the fun things about being a ‘dog person’ is that dogs do indeed seem to instinctively run towards me, be it because they want a belly-rub, an ear-scratch or because they’re part of a trained K-9 unit. This was always a weird thing considering I’m allergic to dogs.

I think what we have right now is a genuine opportunity to take an in-depth look at what Valentine’s Day really means for normal, everyday people like you and I. Well, normal, everyday people like you, anyway.

If you can envision the path of destruction a tornado chock-full of exploding bombs and disoriented elephants might leave behind, then you have successfully envisioned what the main floor of my house looks like six out of seven days a week.