Divorce

I’ve only had three girlfriends ever make it past the get-to-know-you phase. It’s because both my mom and dad had…

It was to be a different kind of Valentine’s Day. I was okay with that. My five-year-old son had a…

Valentine’s Day in elementary school is when you found out which girls “liked” you and which didn’t. We all made…

Kids are smarter than you. When kids aren’t crapping their pants, exposing themselves in public or throwing temper tantrums because…

On an April Fools’ Day long before the one my wife chose to vacate our home, the local newspaper ran…

NOTE: This is the fourth in a series of guest posts set to run while I’m away. And it’s written…

“This is one time where television really fails to capture the true excitement of a large squirrel predicting the weather.”…

NOTE: This is the first in a series of guest posts scheduled to run while I’m out of town getting…

For years, I wouldn’t hear it. The complaining. Some men call it “nagging.” Or “bitching.” Or “PMS-ing.” She must be…

“Hey dad,” my five-year-old son said. “Wouldn’t it be cool if for your birthday, I got you a robot that…