On bikeback, there is a delightful sense of self-direction and autonomy. Lately, I have taken to cycling slowly, more fun than the fast, competitive commuter cycling I used to do. No longer do I jump lights or attempt that irritating wobbling thing that semi-professional cyclists like to indulge in.

There's nothing new about anti-work philosophy. History is dotted with individuals and groups who decided that laziness was next to godliness and work was a waste of time.

When stuck years ago in a job I hated, my only friend was the public bench. As the tedious mornings dragged on, how I would long for the lunch hour, when I would be able to escape the torture of the office and stroll over to the churchyard and into the comforting wooden embrace of one of its benches.

These days we seem more bound to our bosses than ever before. We even identify our own selves with the jobs we do: 'What do you do?' is the first question we ask each other at parties, as if a job title could express a fundamental truth about our personality.

My past was so amazing. It's that fine line of appreciating it and letting it go. I have my animal rescue, and I have my daughter and my family that helped me move forward.

Our extended family is an integral part of our daily lives and Connie and I welcome you with open arms.

For all of higher civilization's recorded history, becoming a man was defined overwhelmingly as taking responsibility for a family.

You've got to talk to your kids as both a parent and a friend.