Four things about my children’s childhood that I won’t miss
I will miss many, many things when my children are no longer little. I know how precious this period in their life is. I know how quickly time will seem…
So much beauty in just two minutes of video. You must see.
Many thanks to my friend, Catherine Burns, for posting this. Sadly, my existential terror doesn't allow me to embrace this idea as fully as I'd like, but I wish I…
“Third verse same as the first” is stupid and annoying
I'm fond of Lee Ann Womack's "I Hope You Dance." That is, I'm fond of about two-thirds of the song. Then Womack repeats the first verse as the third verse,…
The world’s first decent veggie burger. Not really because it’s still a veggie burger, but better.
I discovered that my school serves a veggie burger with bacon. It may sound counterintuitive, but unless you are eating a veggie burger because you don't eat meat for ethical…
My son has become a non-stop death machine.
Ever since our cat, Owen, died last month, my four-year-old son Charlie has been obsessed with death. Specifically, his own death. This has not been good for me, given…
Staging your home for sale is stupid and self-destructive. Kind of like lipstick. We must end the insanity.
My friends are selling their home. Moving away. It's miserable. As a result, they are in the process of showing their home to potential buyers, and part of that process…
The likelihood that your gossip and behind-the-back cruelty will be exposed, expressed in percentages
If you say something despicable or underhanded behind the back of a family member, there is a 85% chance that your words will find their way into the ears of…
Flat lay, top view Men's necktie with scissors.
Neckties (and dress codes) begone!
I don't wear ties. Unless they are specifically required to attend an event or accommodate a loved one's request—which hasn't happened in more than a decade—the necktie is not for…
A threat of violence, some moments of real sweetness, and a serious fear of hoes.
A teacher found this on the floor after class in a middle school: A relationship contract between 8th graders The boy signed it.
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