He’s too young to be stuck in the middle
Despite my repeated attempts to make them listen to reason, our otherwise excellent school district suffers one fatal flaw: They think that 10-year-olds belong in middle school.
The great indoors no better than outdoors
If I could talk to the animals what I’d say is “Look, I don’t CARE if you never speak another word to me, but...
Identity theft comes with the territory
The initial impact of parenthood snuck up and smacked me upside the head. No one was as stunned as Mr. Wonderful and I as...
Friends wanted for playdates and coffee
Paris Hilton needs a new best friend. Nicole Richie, former faithful sidekick, has gone and selfishly had a baby. So what’s a celebrity to...
Birthdays are just a numbers game
My best friend is having a birthday this week. It’s a “milestone” birthday, which means I could have a lot of fun with this...
Time lost and found
“I’m in a hurry to get things done, I rush and rush until life’s no fun.”
— Alabama
Clearly, there is one dire...
If you want to get something done, be somebody
“Politics should not be merely a spectator sport.”
— Lyndon Johnson
I did not set out to become an activist. It just sort of...
’Til death do us part
As you may have guessed, I’m pretty fond of the man I married. Crazy about him even. This does not, however, prevent me from...
When wanderlust meets tractor dust
In my teens and early 20s, there was but one truth that I held self-evident: I would never, ever be “small town.”
From my earliest...
The go-to guy and gal
I have often said that the reason I enjoy being a “columnist,” rather than a “journalist” is that the former can use random numbers like a “jzillion dollars” without remorse, while the latter has to report with accuracy on dull-as-dishwater things like the Gross National Product and how much it costs to fill the pothole in front of your house. (Curiously, about a “jzillion dollars.”)
