I’ve decided that I really don’t write enough on here. I mean to. I plan to. But then nothing for weeks at a time. The problem is, I don’t always have something to write about. Sorta like right now. I usually like to wait until something noteworthy happens, like when The Animal…(Read More)
Saturday is always a bittersweet day at Erma. By this time everyone’s gotten into their groove and you’ve already made a ton of new friends. But it’s also the final day of the conference, which means it will be another two years until you feel this inspired and energized again. That, and…(Read More)
The Erma Bombeck Writers Workshop may have officially kicked off last night, but today it was all about getting down and dirty with the conference sessions, which is really the reason why we’re all here. That, and the wine. So here again are my highlights from the day that was: It all started with…(Read More)
So here I am again, back in Dayton for the bi-annual (or is it bi-ennial?) Erma Bombeck Writers Workshop. I love this conference! Every two years I get to get away from it all for a few days, be surrounded by fellow writers, and, most important, have an entire king-sized bed to…(Read More)
April Fools! Today’s post comes not from me but from Laura Jackson of the Friendly Fitness Foodie blog, and is part of a special day of shenanigans from other Pittsburgh Bloggers. You can see my post over on Josh’s World, where I talk about throwing in the white towel of parenthood. Enjoy! (And…(Read More)
Despite my high hopes, nothing really extraordinary happened during our little Memorial Day weekend road trip. No ghastly injuries. No demonic possessions. Darn. Regardless, I thought I’d share some of the highlights: Around noon on Saturday, we arrived in the tiny hamlet of Chagrin Falls, Ohio, which was quite lively due to its annual…(Read More)
The crash was tremendous. It sounded like the china cabinet had fallen over. Then I remembered that we don’t have a china cabinet. I was sitting behind my desk in the den talking to my daughter when it happened. First I heard a dragging sound. Then came the crash, followed by my son’s…(Read More)
“You guys wanna do a craft?!” my wife says to the kids, just as we finish up another exhausting family dinner. My children, who, for the last hour or so, have been whining and complaining about their food as if it were cough-syrup-covered cockroaches, suddenly spring to life and yell out in joyous…(Read More)
“More thoy thauce, peas!” yells my son, the salty brown liquid running down his chin and dripping onto his plastic bib. Just moments before, he put the tiny dish of soy sauce up to his mouth and slurped it down as if it was leftover milk in a bowl of cereal. We had given it…(Read More)
“Just hold the dress open and I’ll shove her down into it!” I said to my wife. We were late in leaving for a wedding, one in which my 3 ½-year-old was to be the flower girl. However, at the moment, she was a demonic creature from the Netherworld. And she was dead…(Read More)