I’d like to take just a brief moment to declare, in no uncertain terms, as a member of the generation that nostalgia exploitation shows like “Behind the Camera: The Unauthorized Story of Mork and Mindy” (airing on NBC next week) are aimed at: I do not care about what happened behind the scenes of a [...]

I’m sitting in my office, listening to my daughter play in the next room with a friend. My wife arranged it this afternoon with one of her friends because there aren’t any girls The Girl’s age in the neighborhood. The friend is about a year older than her and their interests don’t quite mesh. But [...]

When I was a kid, I used to yell, “Agh! Soap in my eye!” Kids today yell, “Agh! Speedlight fill flash in my eye!“

We awoke this morning to find happy children in our bed. They dragged us out of bed to follow the trail of candies down the stairs, into the living room, through the kitchen, around the dining room table, to two easter baskets of goodies and toys and books. And it was good. And then we [...]

I’ve been using Flickr for a while but recently purchased an account. A picture being worth a thousand words and all that, I’ll probably start cross-posting more photos here, as the mood strikes. Here, the Boy displays his legendary, steadfast resolve to not eat his breakfast.

And all in one day, too: Dad, I like your big tummy. I’ll miss you when you’re dead. How did you make me?

Some followup information to 18,507 registered sex offenders: Sex offenders’ likelihood to repeat crimes debated, Sex Offenders Lurk Away From Registered Areas, State studies Colorado model for paroling sex offenders.

The boy is nearly three and for the last few months has shown no interest in using the toilet. Oh, he’d use it once in a while. But it seemed more like an academic curiosity than a life choice. Like he was thinking, “Gee, that toilet thing… that’s, um, nice and all, but explain to [...]

The curtain rises on an idyllic suburban living room. Quietly, something disturbs the carefree ambience — a subtle, barely audible grunt from the corner. The Lovely and Talented Wife’s ears perk up and she asks, eyes narrowing, “Are you poopin’?” The Boy holds his breath for a moment, pushes, exhales loudly. He looks my wife [...]