I’ve been working as a reporter the past few days, covering a conference down at the Rosen hotel. Given the “business” dress code, I’ve been wearing suits each day. This morning, my kids finally noticed. “Hey Daddy,” my seven-year old asked. “Why are you dressed fancy?” “‘Cause I’m working a conference.” “So?” “So, I’m supposed […]

The other Saturday morning, as my wife and youngest child were out walking the dogs, my seven-year old ran into the bedroom to wake me up. “Bzzzztttt,” he shouted. “I shot you with my lasers!” I rolled over to face him. My loving wife had left the bedroom lights on anyway, so sleep was pretty […]

Today’s Tale is in the Chronicle. Click here to read it. Terms for Searchers: Cub Scouts, camp, up, La No Che, tired, movie

We had a landmark event this morning: my five year old rode his own bike into school. Up until now, he’s been riding on the back of the tandem bike with my wife. This morning, he and I set out about fifteen minutes earlier than usual, riding into a thick cold mist. The television said […]

Last Sunday, right around three in the afternoon, a wave of nausea hit me. I’ve been down with the flu ever since. My wife moved out to the couch and my father-in-law postponed his visit. I spent the week mostly in bed, with occasional sojourns out to the kitchen to listen to all the adventures […]

The other day, the boys and I made up a truly bizarre story, one that somehow ended up having a rather obvious moral. I decided to take advantage of the situation. “That was cool,” I said. ”It even had a moral. Anyone know what the moral of the story was?” “What’s a moral?” my oldest asked. […]

The big guy woke me up last Saturday by bouncing on the bed and shouting ”Good morning!” “Uhh,” I groaned and rolled over. 6:30 is too early to wake up on Saturdays. He crawled over me, and put his face about half an inch from mine. “Good Morning.” I cracked an eye open and grumbled ”Good morning.” […]

The battle of the boogers took a strange turn a few weeks back. I reading the kids a bedtime story, when I spotted my youngest picking his nose. I tried to ignore it, but when he started to pop the booger in his mouth, I couldn’t help myself. “Stop,” I said. He froze, finger hovering […]

Today’s Tale is in the Seminole Chronicle. Actually, I like their title better than mine… Click here to read it. Terms for Searchers: Gold Tooth, Pirate, Argh, Story

A couple weeks ago, I was downstairs playing with the kids when my wife poked her head in the room. “Dinner’s almost ready,” she said. “Wait!” my youngest son shouted. We all looked at him. “If the phone rings,” he said, with his most serious expression. “Don’t answer it.” “Why?” my wife asked. “Because it’s […]