I only ever started because of this blog. I was a confirmed social media neverwannabe. Facebook, Twitter, Pintrest, Vine, Tumblr, LookI’maweirdo.com—I had no interest in any of them. Too many people with too much time on their hands sharing details … Continue reading
My mother-in-law has cancer. Sorry to start off with such a downer, but there it is. It’s pertinent to the rest of this story, so you kinda need to know. And now you do. Anyway, she was diagnosed about two … Continue reading
My mom is coming to visit. I spent the better portion of yesterday in the yard, weeding, hoeing, sweeping, and sweating. My goal was to let Mom see the place looking a little more like a garden and a little … Continue reading
Hey, you get to travel today! I have been given the opportunity to write a guest post for Captain Dad, a hilarious cartoonist and blogger. Come check it out… … Continue reading
I don’t know why we spent so much time choosing names for our kids—we hardly ever use them. As we waited for the twins to arrive, my wife Cathy and I went round and round considering names. If you have … Continue reading
I bought something that was supposed to be a refrigerator but isn’t. It looks like a refrigerator. Quite an attractive refrigerator, at that. It’s gleaming white, oh so clean, and very spacious. It came from a refrigerator company and was … Continue reading
This morning I was thinking about an assignment I give my U.S. History students. Now, I know that in the past I have shared with you some of the less-than-stellar examples of my students’ efforts. This time, let me … Continue reading
It’s a powerful thing. And like any powerful thing, tradition is full of potential benefits, but also fraught with danger. Kinda like nuclear energy. Or drone surveillance. Maybe GMOs. … Continue reading
I’m still hoping that I wasn’t scammed. They looked like a family having hard times, but for all I know those “kids” may have been actors of very small stature. All right, so maybe that’s a little cynical. Maybe. … Continue reading
OK, so some of you are going to call me an idiot, a patsy, a pansy-faced sucker. And maybe I am. I’m sitting in a fast food joint, slurping a soda that I’m not supposed to have because I have … Continue reading