Category: Columns
Baby Stepping into the Present
I have a complicated relationship with technology. Whenever something new comes out, I really, really want it. I inherited that trait from my late father. But over the years a few factors – namely reality and my wife’s love of…
Solo Survival
Over a 48-hour period last week, I discovered something very important. I can get along just fine without my wife. That does not mean that I want to get rid of her or think taking care of our daughter alone…
Worst Week
I hate this week. I should really love it because you can sense the beginning of summer, and Memorial Day gives us a four-day work week. But an awful stench lingers in the air for me. The television season has…
Pushing the Fashion Envelope
When I first saw the shoes, I knew I needed to have them, even for a joke. You never know what you will find when the Clark’s store has its warehouse sale. I hit the jackpot this time. Since I…
Me and My Hamloaf
When my wife told me we had dinner plans with friends on a Saturday night, I didn’t flinch. In fact, I cheered the development because I like to get out when I can. We were kid-free on this particular weekend…
Hair-Raising Idea
A mixture of dread and confusion washed over me as I looked at my reflection in the mirror. I knew I had come to a crossroads in my life. As usual, I had gone far too long without a haircut….
Getting Closer
Sometimes, a milestone comes and goes with very little notice. That’s what happened a couple of weeks ago when we passed the 100 days mark before the beginning of the Olympic Games this summer. I saw a brief mention of…
Crisis Averted
I had a very scary moment the other day. In fact, for a few hours, I had to deal with an intense feeling of dread. Lying on the couch in the early morning as I am wont to do, I…
Trouble Making Connections
As I sit down to write this column, something doesn’t feel quite right. I have started to have bouts of heartburn which drive me crazy. I know I shouldn’t eat certain things at certain times, but can’t help myself. So I…
A Close Shave
Groucho Marx once quipped that he wouldn’t join any club which would have him as a member. Sometimes I feel that way. Who would want my brand of insanity and self-doubt? But recently, I found a group that not only…