At Least They're Committed

“Um, Mom, why are you singing at the sliding glass door?” DS has just come up from the basement and he’s staring at me. “You can see and hear me?” I ask. He puzzles a second and then says, yes. “I’ve been singing all day actually,” I tell him. “Singing what?” he asks politely. “Eh, Read more

Dez, you and I played outside for a long, long time yesterday and while we were sitting in the cool shade on the porch, the robins this time — as opposed to the red headed sparrows — boldly walked and hopped around the porch, stopping every few seconds to cock their heads our direction. They Read more

I’m sitting in the dugout looking across the field at the opposing team. The game’s over, for that matter, the season’s over and the only reason both teams are still here is because it’s time for our annual assessment and rah-rah trip to Pizza Hut. We’d tied with the Governors in the championship game, tied Read more

I hadn’t heard that word in years, but now Ken uses it on occasion and I have always rather liked it and thus it seems an appropriate headline. I thought of it last night as we sat in the beer garden outside Rock Bottom for the first concert of the season at The Orchards. I Read more

I came across this article about workplace bullying on Time magazine’s Business and Money site. Before now, I’d never seen in print what many, many of us have commonly experienced throughout our careers. “When Good Things Happen to Bad People,” by Gary Belsky, nails it. “A lot of bullies are keen analyzers and manipulators of Read more

Me and the boys plus DS’s girlfriend Jess at the dinner table tonight and DS asks me how my day was and I say it was pretty good and that I got a facial and DS and EBD snort and laugh and I’m not sure what tiny naive part of me thought that they wouldn’t. Read more