Shit Happens

Monday, and I’m looking for inspiration. It’s usually pretty easy, what with two kids, a dog, a wife, a bigass TV with 250+ channels, shelves full of books, and 2500+ songs in my iTunes. And it’s The Holiday Season. And today it was raining. My home is a live-in Topic Cloud. There’s no such thing…

Favoritism

Are you guilty of it? Sometimes I am guilty of it. I find myself unconsciously encouraging one son over another because of their age or their skill set. Sometimes it comes up immediately, “Why did you clap for him and not me?” one of my boys will ask. And you have to stop and think…

Earned

Oddly, what made me decide to stop writing about my son was a piece of buffalo chicken pizza. I say “oddly” because most big decisions are prompted by big events. This past weekend, Lucas played in a rugby tournament. I was a semi-benched coach; my still-healing knee prevented me from moving up and down the…

I Can See Your Uterus

Men have a very special relationship with their penis. They name them, have conversations with them, and, to quote Seinfeld, treat them like an amusement park. They’re your partner, your buddy, and in many cases your drunk roommate whom you inexplicably follow out on the town. That’s probably why the little mushroom caps bouncing around…