Curious or crazy?

When I was a kid, I was full of questions. I’m sure I was pretty annoying. My mother says I started at a young age and I've never really stopped being curious. You know the type of questions I’m talking about, why is the sky blue? Which came first the chicken or the egg? I... Continue Reading →

Doing it all wrong

My wife walked into our kitchen and gave me a questioning look, the kind of look every husband knows all too well. I could tell I was in trouble. I had pots and pans scattered across the stove and had made a general mess of the room.  My wife put down her phone, taking in... Continue Reading →

Turning 50!

When I look in the mirror in the morning, I see a young kid looking back at me. I wipe the steam from the mirror and a recent college graduate, in the big city, off on his own for the first time, stares back at me. He looks younger. I don’t see quite the same... Continue Reading →

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