The world is no less polite or civil today than in years past. You’re just blind to the realities of history, technology, and memory.
I read a post on Roberta Trahan’s Idyll Conversation blog the other day that began with this: How many of you have noticed, in recent years, the near extinction of…
Gratitude journal: A safe arrival, a game of poker and an honest-to-goodness resurrection
It’s been three days since I have expressed my gratitude in written form. It’s been fairly busy and crazy days. On Thursday, I was grateful to be reunited with my…
No one needs this much room to poop.
These photos really don’t adequately capture the inexplicable enormity of this this public restroom. It’s bigger than my dining room. It might be bigger than any single room in my…
She gets ice cream. We get chicken and pasta?
Elysha explained to Clara that the new baby will be sleeping in our bedroom for a while after she is born. Clara began crying. She said that she wants the…
What happened to bunnies and kitties and cookies?
My wife was tucking my three year old daughter in last night. She asked her what she thought she would dream about while she slept. Clara’s answer: "Hmm… Triceratopses." My…
Resolution update: January 2012
In an effort to hold myself accountable to my yearly goals, I post the monthly progress made at the end of each month. Here are the results for January. They…
If you’re going to ask one question in an interview, perhaps it should be, “Tell me about your parents.”
There’s an adage about entrepreneurs that goes like this: The more skin you have in the game, the greater your commitment. In other words, the greater the personal risk that…
Gratitude journal: Visiting the fish
Tonight I am grateful for the enormous aquariums positioned outside The Rainforest Café, a restaurant located in Westfarms Mall in Farmington, CT. My daughter adores those fish. Tonight she specifically…
My goodnight kiss
Oddly enough, the quality of the goodnight kisses from my daughter improves considerably when I am not actually there. Note how Clara blows kisses to me. She hasn’t mastered the…
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