The Time I Drove a Motorcycle Through a House
When I was eighteen years old, I drove a motorcycle through the wall of our house. I wasn't actually riding the motorcycle, and it wasn't even running. How migh...
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Hammer Therapy
When I was thirteen, my dad threw a hammer at me. Now before you go getting all shocked and jumping to conclusions, I should point out, he prefaced the throw wi...
This is Not What I Expected
Yesterday, I was wading through old photos on my computer looking for one I could use for an article when I happened upon some pictures of myself, roughly eight...
Is it a Boy or a Girl?
That’s the first question people ask about a newborn baby. It’s what determines nursery themes and the attendant comments of well-wishers. She’...
When I Grow Up…
When I was a kid, adults always asked what I wanted to be when I grew up. I knew the answer was supposed to be a paying gig, so I shrugged my shoulders noncommi...
Happy Holidaze
I am officially hibernating. Except I’m pretty sure animals who hibernate don’t eat cookies and drink chardonnay. But in every other sense of the wo...
When Your Kid Fails…
You know how sometimes you feel like you are the Best Parent in the World? Yeah, today isn’t one of those days for me. My oldest decided to try out for th...
Too Much Information: Why Modern Parenting is Overwhelming
I have to admit, I ignore a lot of the stuff I get from my kids’ school. I used to rant and rave about people not reading things I sent them. Then I’...
There’s NOTHING to Eat; I’m STARVING! (No, You’re Not)
I read something once, on how to raise grateful kids. A lot of that kind of advice is lofty, vague and overwhelming, leaving me thinking I ought to be doing 1,0...
On Houses for Dragons
Almost every personality trait has both a usefulness and a challenge to it – to speak plainly, a good and a bad (though I don’t like to assign moral...