The Life and Times of Totally Tyler

The early morning sun slowly crept into my Atlanta hotel room and without much effort, I pushed myself out of the massive, fluffy bed like a jet coming out of the clouds. It was my first time in Atlanta in almost four years, since I moved in 2008. I was back in town for my [...]

“You know what I find interesting? If you lose a spouse, you’re called a widow, or a widower. If you’re a child and you lose your parents, then you’re an orphan. But what’s the word to describe a parent who loses a child? I guess that’s just too awful to even have a name. “ [...]

I want to comfort my mother. She is sad and I am not sure what to say. I quietly hold the phone to my ear as her words melt into agonizing sobs. What do you say to a woman who has lost her son? I miss him too and wonder why it hasn’t reduced me to tears as often as her. Am I a bad person? Was I a bad brother?

Dear Jackson Browne,
I’ve never written a letter to a celebrity before. Well, not counting the Twitters I occasionally send to Lady Gaga and that time when I was eight years old and wrote to Olivia Newton-John, asking for an autograph.

Back when I had hair, Grandma Judy took me on a shopping spree at the K-mart for my 11th birthday. As if her buying me a Michael Jackson t-shirt wasn’t awesome enough, when I returned home, I was greeted with a surprise birthday party.