Christmas Three
Our third attempt at Christmas "parenting"... - - - - Christmas Three I thought you might enjoy hearing about the nice family Christmas celebrated in our house this year. 6:00 AM. Mom gets up to start Christmas dinner early [...]
Yelling
From a weekly column I wrote years ago called "Toddler Dancing". - - - - Whoever Yells First, Loses. Whoever yells first, loses. I love this rule. And I've found that it applies in parenting, just as it applies [...]
I Can’t
Another from my old "Toddler Dancing" column... - - - - I Can’t I remember the parent meeting like it was last night...though it was probably 15 years ago. We sat in the circle with 30 parents of toddlers, [...]
Christmas Two
Remembering our second Christmas practicing to be "parents"... - - - - Christmas Two Alright already, I cheated, I admit it! It was Friday night. It had been a long week. So I canceled all of my appointments and [...]
Attention
Yet another from my "Toddler Dancing" days... - - - - May I Have Your Attention Please? Question: What is halfway between an adult, and a television set? Answer: A toddler. Ok, what is it with these creatures anyway? [...]
Christmas One
A little piece I wrote for the paper after our first Christmas as "parents"... - - - - Christmas One It is official. I am a father. I have taken the supreme test, and have endured… Well, sort of. [...]
Come Again
Just a little thing I put together one day after reading the news...something I have since learned to do as little of as possible... - - - - Armageddon, KS. 2025 Limited details are being made public of yesterday’s [...]
Three Ring Circus
Some will understand... - - - - "How To Turn a Great Project into A Nightmare, or: What Happens When the Three Rings in the Circus Are Actually Swimming Pools?" Picture this. The whistle blows, the little band blows [...]
Peaches
Our friends at the Carlinville Writer’s Guild Discussion Group offered a writing challenge I thought would be fun to try. Michelle posted this photo and said, “There was a house here on this corner, in Gillespie, when I was [...]