How are you? We’re about four months into (gestures vaguely) whatever this is, and it’s worth doing a sanity check. read more

I grew up less than half of a mile from a park with an old stone bridge that New Deal workers built in the 1930s. read more

It is 10:42 p.m. on the second day of my son’s life.

I am strolling him down the hall of Hillcrest Hospital’s postnatal unit, so my wife can snatch

I have neighbors who build their own haunted house for Halloween each year. (Timely reference, I know, but stick with me here.) read more

When I think of Grandma Lea, I think about her house.

Her home on Evelyn Drive was Shangri-La to a 7-year-old. She had the good cereal, cable TV and only

The second time my mother got cancer, her throat swelled until she could no longer eat or breathe.

Consequently, my mother now cannot talk.  She may one day speak again

My son likes to have his face painted.

That’s good because it encourages his imagination and makes for great Instagram fodder.

It’s bad because it costs me money.

It doesn’t

My kids try to make me stop by jumping on my back during push-ups and flopping onto my stomach between crunches. read more

Kids, you’re reading this because you have questions.

Perhaps, you’ve become suspicious about your parents’ stories. You don’t understand how Santa funds his operations, monitors so many children, or can