This week I’m participating in Seth Godin’s #YourTurnChallenge. My goal is to blog everyday this week (Mon-Sun) here on my site as well as on the challenge’s official Tumblr blog. Here’s my Day 3 submission. What was the beaver thinking? That question has haunted me the last couple of days. My family went for a… Continue reading What Was the Beaver Thinking?
Dear Ella and Jon – Both of your great-grandfathers served in World War II in the European theater. Pop Emmette, your Nonna’s father, was assigned to a postmasters’ outfit in France just before the final collapse of Berlin. Pop Harold, your Poppy’s dad, was a quartermaster with the Army who helped with the final supply… Continue reading A Letter to My Children: The Debt Ceiling, Politicians, and My Failure as a Father
I had trouble communicating with my son this morning. He was being difficult with Rachel, yelling at her over her decision to cook his frozen strawberry waffles instead of serving them to him ice cold. Rachel, ever the good mother, was trying to patiently explain that the waffles had to be cooked else they’d be… Continue reading Father Fail
It’s a lonely life in my head. I spend a lot of time thinking, mostly about things, but often enough about stuff that one might affectionately call nothing. Effluvia. Flotsam. Jetsam. Trash. Junk. For example: Why does the hotel in which I’m currently staying not have a third or thirteenth floor? Why do people preen… Continue reading The Lonely Life (or The Post of 1,000 Tags)