The curse of the hyper productive
A friend of mine included the following paragraph in an email about productivity and our mutual inability to relax: The irony is that people like us will not have a…
Such joy!
A new hat, a pair of red rain boots and a plethora of puddles and pebbles. If only I could find as much joy in the simple things of life.
Juggling?
While Clara was taking her bath last night, she handed me three rubber balls and demanded that I juggle. Juggle? Who taught her that word? When I tried to ignore…
Homework blues start early
My daughter was given the first homework assignment of her life last week. She had to decorate a “Me Doll” in a way that reflected aspects of her character. I…
I loved kickboxing. Kickboxing did not love me.
In 2002 I took kickboxing lessons for about six months. I was excited about the lessons. I thought the sport was going to be a lot of fun. I like…
Cracked ribs, cracked shmibs
Much has been made about Tony Romo’s return to the football game on Sunday and leading his team to victory with broken ribs. Words like courage and heroic have been…
An addendum to my list of flaws and shortcomings
Last week I posted a list of my shortcomings and flaws and asked for any other suggested additions to the list. Not surprising, there were plenty of suggestions. One of…
An acceptable alternative to everlasting life
Anyone who reads this blog regularly knows that I am both slightly obsessed with and terrified of my own death. Having come so close to death on several occasions (including…
Dinner and a fashion statement
I did not see my family much over the past three days. A late night wedding on Friday followed by an all-day wedding on Saturday, followed by the Patriots opening…
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