I have a more-than-slight tendency to act like a jerk. I can be biting, sarcastic, oppositional, confrontational, aggravating, nonconforming, and disagreeable. My mother referred to me as The Instigator. I…
Whenever we drive by construction site and machines are digging into the ground, Clara says that they are digging holes for rabbits. It’s a cute and sweet and innocent comment,…
Sometimes a couch and a couple pillows just aren’t good enough. Sometimes my daughter requires a couple carefully chosen friends, a strategically placed umbrella, a well worn winter hat and…
Tonight I am grateful for my job. Earlier this evening, I was offered a teaching job at a different school that included an increase in pay, an opportunity for advancement…
My daughter is only three years old, and yet I can already see the exacting eye of an editor in her. She cannot read yet, but as she watches television,…
In our ongoing efforts to improve our dog’s behavior comes this minor miracle: Following the advice of our outlandishly affordable behaviorist, I set up a crate yesterday in hopes of…
Maybe people find pleasure in complaining. Maybe they need to justify their own problems by projecting them upon others. Perhaps some people simply lack perspective. I’m not sure. But when…
Tonight I am grateful for the fifteen minutes that we spent driving to the dealership in order to pick up my wife’s car. Clara, who refused to nap this afternoon…
