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It’s been a year now since my concussion—no great story about getting in a bar fight or hitting my head saving the world.

I hit my head. Hard. On the frame of the car. After getting a vertigo spell and losing my balance. While putting the kids in the car after a Target trip. I know. Spellbinding, right?

In fact, I hit my head so hard I earned myself a lifetime of migraines. I went from never having a headache to having migraines all the time—rain, shine, well rested, tired, you name it. Just cut the lights and noise.

I wrote a brilliant, masterful essay you should read by clicking on the words in this sentence about my experience and the past year of my life. Go ahead, I’ll wait a minute so you can read it, share it, love it, and bookmark it so you can read it whenever you want.


So what I’d love to do is chronicle my new life as a migraineur—capture stories of others who suffer as well—and write about it in a fashion that could become something.

So I’m looking for other migraineurs if you’re out there, not hiding under the covers or walking around like a human sweatshirt like I did and do for so many recovery days.

I’d love to hear your stories—of the ups and downs, the sidewayses, the funny anecdotes about getting Botox, steroid, or Marcaine injections in your skull, quips about ice helmets, love letters to the -triptan family, rants about people who say that a cup of coffee and Excedrin work for them, the circle of death that is working on screens for a living while trying to avoid screens because they cause migraines, the PTSD, depression, and anxiety that comes from being in pain, and little chapters about being a brain while feeling like your brain is cold and working against you. Brain, brain, brain. Oh, and memory and word loss.

And memory and word loss.

Don’t forget memory and word.

Pain can be funny.

Anyway, this is a shout out to my writers living with migraines. I’d love for this to be a series and maybe a graphic novel. Who knows? I’m new to this awful club, and I’m sorry for those who have had to endure chronic pain like this.

Leave your info below as well as links and let’s chat.

Is migraineur a French word? And is a raconteur a raccoon with a migraine eating a croissant?

Sorry, I know that was corny.

Talk and write below.







It’s All in My Head: My Year of Migraines

How to Write 50 Essays in 9 Short Months

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Bergamot Ink logoSince April I’ve been working on a column—Bergamot Ink—with the The Good Men Project, which is why I let Nerdy Dad Shirt go untrimmed, and for good reason.

I started Nerdy Dad Shirt three years ago this week, and eventually when I was writing essays that I was proud of, I decided to challenge myself to write 100 essays (good or bad).

“100 essays” turned into “100 posts” (as any good writer and blogger will know the difference), and, as I started writing for other publications and got syndicated, I sort of lost count.

I’ll count them up and get back to you.

So here—parked—are my latest essays for your enjoyment. Please share if you’d like!

AND if you’re a writer, I’m also an editor would love to help you get published. Let’s talk.

Read on and Share!

What Men Hear Vs. What Women Hear—When Will Things Be Heard Equally?

God Isn’t a Bad Word (It’s Just One We Don’t Use)—Raising Children Without Religious Belief

7 Reasons Why I’m Done with Star Wars

9 Ways We Can Truly Save Christmas (Once and for All)

‘Meet Your Second Wife’ Cuts Deep and is Uncomfortably Hilarious

Han Solo, Captain Picard, or Mr. Spock? How to Decide What to Do in Life (When You Don’t Know What To Do)

The Science of Parenthood: Poop, Chemistry, and Duct Tape

5 Easy Steps to Staying Married Forever

Unbrand Yourself Today!

What Does Life After God Sound and Look Like?

13 Ways You Can Achieve Total Perspective


See you next week!


Introducing Bergamot Ink

Bergamot Ink logoI am proud, honored, and excited to announce that starting tomorrow I’ll be writing a weekly column at The Good Men Project called Bergamot Ink. I will be joining an amazing staff of writers and editors, and am looking forward to learning and growing as a writer and humanist. I will strive to bring original, honest, clever, and inspiring essays and articles to you, the reader, and will be writing about anything that falls into my cup (bergamot, ink, pencil shavings, “found” metaphors, wily anecdotes).

A few scenes here I’m thinking about:

– when I was nineteen I had an overnight job where I really started focusing on my writing outside of class and journaling, when I decided that I would be a writer no matter what. The office at that job had a printer, and I took full advantage. There’s something about printing out your work and holding it in your hands. I think I printed everything in Courier New font size ten because it had that official look, and to this day I remember that fire inside me, that juvenile excitement at a life of chasing after the greats somehow. Young English majors are like that.

– last year when one of my students said “Mr. McKeen, I was creeping on your blog, and I really like what you were writing. When are you going to write more?” This, in part, inspired me to keep writing at Nerdy Dad Shirt (when it was just a handful of essays from years ago). If I could grab the attention of a teenager (who, admittedly doesn’t really like to read) with my writing about this official life stuff, then I might just continue. Also, I make my students write personal, philosophical essays all the time, so it’s only fair that I attempt the same.

I will still continue writing at Nerdy Dad Shirt as well as Sammiches and Psych Meds, BLUNTMoms, and any website that will have me.

That being said, and with great thanks to my family and fellow writers and bloggers who have been essential to me getting here, here I go!

I will see you on the page~