Our (formerly) Little Boy
It’s inexplicably been 18 years since you came into our life. Our first child, something I kind of assumed would happen when I was your age…then something I wondered HOW would happen as I was in my twenties…then something I wondered IF would happen as I reached my 30’s. Your Mom and I crossed paths
The stuff we don’t talk about
Mabel sent me this cute image as she was heading into a totally normal medical checkup and while I know that it’s entirely fine, normal, standard, no big deal, totally cool and nothing to worry about….it bothered me tremendously. It’s very, very strange how life creeps up on you. I know I’m not breaking even
Away we … stay?
So … perhaps not without irony this is the second time (but apparently first visible) post I’m making on this subject – the first just *poof* never happened? What never happened that happened that I’m posting about again that you never saw before? This site. It’s moved – here. Here as in to a new
Give it a Shot
You’ve all seen the memes about off-duty police in Rio de Janeiro. You’ve likely also read the rather more gritty news stories about the police in Rio and the violence inflicted by and to them. It’s a thankless and mindlessly dangerous job that sadly has resulted in far too many shoot first incidents in response.
Tales from the Snark Side
So during the course of my life I’ve been through some stuff…some of which I think is worth writing down so…I’m going to do that. Here. I expect it will be in fits and starts as I recall stuff (likely with errors) on an entirely ad-hoc basis. I quite literally remembered an incident from when
My WO Story
How it all started We moved to California in 2004 and when we became pregnant in 2006 I honestly assumed that (1) parents have the sole discretion as to where their children go to school and (2) it’s Silicon Valley, so every school is spectacular and fully funded – certainly more so than in our
Could have been me…
The recent events in Fort Worth brought back a memory that is both similar and distinctly different and I do not say this lightly – that could have been me. Back in 1992 I frequently worked the second shift as a valet parking attendant at the Dadeland Marriott hotel. As with anyone working mostly for
What Are Ya Gonna Do?
Yeah guys, after resurrecting this site and migrating all of our old content from the (RIP) iWeb app I once again allowed it to go fallow for a nice, long while. I’m not going to pretend to promise that there will be daily, weekly of even monthly new posts, but no I haven’t forgotten it
Yelling at Clouds
So after interminable months of campaign coverage, the shocking news of President Biden withdrawing from the race, the energy and hope of a surprisingly good Harris/Walz effort and the tension of election night coverage we awake days later still reeling from the realization that many of our fellow Americans (not most despite suggestions of it, Read More