My wife just got rid of her Facebook account. She had been threatening to do it for the last year or so. She claims that she was not using it for the right reasons. Sure, she wanted to keep up with what was going on with her close circle of …
I love when other people parent my children well. I’m glad when my brother feels empowered enough to put my son in timeout. I’m glad when family friends get my children milk. I don’t think twice about letting other people we have chosen to share our house with take a …
One younger brother, one older brother, two sisters-in-law, one family friend, one family of friends (two adults and three children),and one family of the family of friends (two adults and two children). As it turns out, it actually requires two houses to cook for one full house. Who knew?
I was recently tasked with cobbling together a list of frequently asked questions. I was supposed to answer them and to put both question and answer up for the world to see. As a team, we spent some time brainstorming and collecting all of the questions we knew to be …
It feels like nothing else. Like pursuing a truth for so long and finding your every move validated. It feels like seeing the lifetime of your ideas every day. You see them be born, grow into their awkwardness and then retire into a comfortable home. Every day I see the …
Image by yoppy via Flickr My wife got me four beautiful lowball (Old Fashioned) glasses yesterday. They have spiral lines and large circle patterns that match our wine glasses perfectly. It was a conscious attempt to bring my love for an occasional scotch into the fold. It makes it more …
Image via Wikipedia Fruit snacks are one of the most incredible treats to a child. The molded gelatinous fruit juice in the shapes of favorite cartoon characters or objects is treasured almost beyond understanding. They are toys, they are dolls, and they are food. You can get them stuck in …
Image via Wikipedia I don’t know that I will ever get very good at shaking hands. Try as I might, I seem to foul it up somewhere along the way. Whether it is in the firmness of the handshake or reaching out too soon. I always seem to be the …
Image via Wikipedia My father had a fantastic beard when I was born. He kept it for years, always handsomely groomed. I remember its scratchy texture against my childhood skin. It was like a character in our lives that no one really talked about but that we could depend on just to …
I used to walk a mile and a half each night with my wife no matter what the weather. We were like the postal service. We would bundle up and just walk as fast as we could. We wouldn’t run because it was supposedly better for us. At least that …