The Ripe, Old Age of 37

Aug 25, 2017
Eventually we all reach an age where birthdays, quite frankly, just aren’t all that exciting anymore. For me, apparently it’s this one – ripe, old “37” … which i...

Parents Say the Darndest Things

Sep 30, 2016
Parenting changes you. And not just by turning things like sleeping in on the weekend and playing video games with every iota of your waking free time into distant memories, but also in more direct wa...

The Dull Purchases of Being a Grown-Up

Mar 1, 2013
I don’t mean to alarm anyone, but I happen to have it on good authority that I may, in fact, be getting older… I’m no more happy about it than you are, but the signs around me are getting harder...

A Frying Pan for My Birthday…

Aug 26, 2011
Normally I'm not really even one for "practical gifts" because I feel like if I really need a new pair of socks, I'd much rather just go buy them myself than waste valuable birthday merriment unwrappi...

Behind the Process: Take Note!

Jun 24, 2011
It’s sometimes a wonder I ever have anything to write about here at all because far too often it seems like my brain probably more closely resembles a sieve than a sponge, with ideas flowing through...

The Beginning of the End

Sep 5, 2008
I just plucked my first grey hair. Last week was my birthday, when I turned the ripe, young age of 28 years-old, and up until this morning, I didn’t feel all that bad about it. I mean, sure, I’m g...