Suck It Up, Buttercup!

I have intentionally entered into several agreements where I willfully subject myself to the opinion of others. They are called writing critique groups. “Criticism may not be agreeable, but it is necessary. It fulfills the same function as pain in the human body. It...

Does Beano Work on Fiber Bars?

I wonder if my son is going to remember events like I do. He may decide to change around some of the memories to fit whatever moment he needs. But here’s how it went down. My son and I embarked on a road trip two years ago, heading to the little-less-than-scenic...

Winter Winds Blow My Common Sense Far Away

It’s snowing! The fluffy white stuff is falling…not a lot, but some. I love snow. I love winter and the myriad aspects that accompany it: snow, cold, icicles hanging from the trees and roofs and beneath the cars in the parking lot like the ground has reached up and is...

If My Father Could See Me Now

Growing up, the concept of the Renaissance Man—a person skilled in a myriad of areas—intrigued me. Educated, musical, writer of poems, singer of songs, rider of horses, skilled in the arts of war…and love, a lover of the stars and science and history. In this age of...

The Monster in the Coats!

If you know me at all, you have probably heard me mention living in Iceland a few times—okay, maybe thousands of times. I loved living there. As a 9-year-old living in a Chicago suburb, I was not too thrilled when it was listed along with Hawaii and one other state as...

The Orange Snowman

The temperatures have dropped a little lately, becoming more…winterish. Chrissi saw a man bundled up in a thick coat while riding a scooter last week. She couldn’t help but laugh, and when she told me about it, we reminisced about our first winter together. When we...

The Gift that Lingers

Some people cannot talk to complete strangers. They cannot joke with them as if they are that uncle that always told the funniest stories but at whom your mother frowned with her sternest expression. I’ve never had that problem. Sometimes I find it easier to talk to a...

Meeting Strangers in a Strange Land

The vacation is over. But it certainly created some memorable moments. One such moment occurred while waiting in line for tender tickets so we could actually get off the ship to go experience an exciting adventure in Belize. I stood in line behind two women, and they...

Parents Just Don’t Understand

We always want the best for our children. In fact, I would hazard a guess that most people want their children to be better off than they were—after all, they do decide which nursing home you go into. The other day while driving home I started talking to my son as he...

Talking to Hear the Noise

It only took 12 years for me to believe that I was the smartest person on the face of the planet and that parents only made rules in a futile attempt to retain relevance in the lives of their children. Everyone knows that rules are not made to protect the well-being...