...children believe their parents to be fools when they are of "a certain age" and then they pass through vintage moment(s), return to us, and want to hang out, ask for advice, laugh at our jokes (or at least not roll their eyes quite as dramatically)...and yet they are still our children, only smarter than us, better looking, and somehow poised and eloquent and we think it strangely odd?
Studies show that if you repeat something often enough, say 30 days in a row, it becomes part of you. A habit if you will. That's not really science, I made it up, but it seems true. I've decided to practice this to see if it works. I'll give you a report after thirty days.…
I am eating a King Kong Maple Bacon Cronut in my daughters honor as she is graduating next week with a Master's Degree in Nutrition and Different Stuff. Jenna is a constant source of wisdom about food and life and has taught me some amazing things, not the least of which is how to smile…
As I showered next to a field of corn in Wisconsin I realized that this is no Hampton Inn. The rustic wood shower provides moderate screening from the house and barns south and west, but the view is entirely uninhibited north and east where dry corn stalks curve along the hill, the rustling ghosts of…
I was ready to say, “One Provolone With”, which means give me one Pat’s cheesesteak with provolone cheese and fried onions. But I choked. Since the lines at Pat’s King of Steak often stretch out onto Passyunk Avenue, you have to order quickly or risk the disdain of the cashier, not to mention the withering stares…
"Do you have time to come home and help Dad? He fell and broke his leg." Well, yes Mom, since you put it that way, I think I can find the time. And thanks for phrasing it in a non-urgent way so as not to alarm me and also give me an out in case…
Part of my Saturday mornings are intentionally aimless...and saturated with too much coffee. I become so driven by task during the week that I need to unhitch my mind and let it drift away with Noah's last dove carrying a to-do list and an olive branch. This post is for my son Brandon, who's doing…
