My father worried about my future. He kept asking me if I knew where I was going. "What profession will surrender to your wit?" An old trick used by fathers in his generation was to hand a boy a tool like a paintbrush or a shovel and see what he'd do with it. When I was eight … [Read more...]

My friend gave me a plaque that read, "My next husband will be normal." I didn't realize how fitting it was until the morning I announced to the husband, "I'm taking a quick bike ride. I'll be back in half an hour." He nodded, heading toward the garage to tear apart a … [Read more...]

My husband heard the loud howling noise coming from upstairs. Unable to place the ungodly sound, he ran up the stairs taking two and three at a time. He searched frantically from room to room, fearful of what he might find. It was in the last room that he unearthed the source of … [Read more...]

Dining out was a big deal when I was growing up. It was completely understandable for a family as large as mine to eat as economically as possible. Even so, I would have willingly traded in my eight siblings for a chance to be like those other families with three, two or even … [Read more...]

There is a war being fought in homes all across America, a battle of epic proportions and far-flung consequences. I am speaking, of course, about the battle for the blankets. People of all ages struggle to hold on to their half of the bedcovers, while their adversary tries to win … [Read more...]