Recently, I had an embarrassing episode at a local gas station when I gave the attendant my BP card instead of my Shell card. You’d think that the pictures on the cards would help to differentiate them. I mean, I only have two. My BP card is white, and has a bright green and … [Read more...]

I was in the den writing when I heard a scream from the other room. “Aargh! No, no. It can’t be happening,” yells my oldest son. What? What happened? I ask. I walk out to the family room and find him sitting on his hands and staring intensely at the TV. With a quick jerk he is … [Read more...]

It really bothers me that I’m the same age as Osama Bin Laden. I would like to believe I don’t look as weathered or as grey or as evil. When I mention this to my children, they also point out I’m not as tall or as thin and that my clothes aren’t as white. How does he keep those … [Read more...]

“I guess a lot of people would consider it a choking hazard. But it really only is if you leave him alone with it.” Standing alone, that sounds like the start of a story making fun of some bad advice. Au contraire. Our son Carter’s aunt Emilie gave him for his first birthday, … [Read more...]

If you have known me for a while, you have probably concluded by now that wildlife and I should just agree to go our separate ways. After the hornet incident, the possum episode and the double bird attack, it’s clear that I should only deal with wild animals at the zoo. Tell that … [Read more...]