This afternoon, I picked up Robert and we went to Goodwill. Once I started working from home a few years ago, I got rid of most of my teacher clothes. But now that I’m going into an office again, I need to get something other than sweatpants. Of course the SECOND we got into the …
I recently lauded the junk drawer’s unifying powers as something we sorely need in our current world. But not all drawers are created equal. Oh no. In fact, I believe there’s a relative of the junk drawer that casts a shadow of pure evil across every household in the world. I’m talking about the Tupperware …
Earlier this week, Melinda took Dominic to his first concert. It was for some girl named Tate McRae, a singer who, according to Wikipedia, was born during my sophomore year of college. “Are you sure you want to go?” I asked Dominic when he asked for tickets. “I’ve never heard of this chick, and I’ve …
My friend Travis came to the bar Saturday night while I was working. We used to teach together, and for the last few years, he’s been my barber, dropping by the house to cut my hair every couple of weeks. My hair’s never been a point of pride for me. It’s fine and lifeless and …
I understand the basic principle of burping a kid, but truthfully, I have never felt so unequipped for a task in my entire life.
Who’d have thought naming a new baby could be so stressful?
I love social media because you’re an idiot.
I was five years old the first time I had a drink.
While a snow day means you don’t have to deal with other people’s asshole kids, it means you have to deal with your own.
Everyone has a scarring family story. Mine involves my grandfather and his boat.
I Don't Belong Here. 