Robbie, It's a Girl!
August 20, 1988, life for me changed drastically. It was the night our first son, Nathaniel, was born and the beginning of parenthood...
Dressing Room Musings
You would think more stores would put greater emphasis on their dressing rooms. Really, most are no more than outhouses inside. I'm...
Did You Say Something?
As a writer (at least, that's the excuse I've been using), I listen to every conversation except the one I'm in. That includes the ones...
The Gift of Sacrifice
"No greater gift is there than that a man should give his life for another." For some, sacrifice comes easily while others can barely...
I Just Want Some Gas
Standing in line at Murphy’s Oil USA, I waited to make my twenty dollar donation to the big oil companies. You would think it a simple...
Drive Between the Screaming People
I don't know if it's karma, fate or mockery, but I find it absolutely ironic that after I decide on the title of my first collection of...
The Drunken Angel
She sat on our tree every year, this angel in a plastic blue dress with white wings. She even lasted longer than three artificial...
The Gift Matters
"It's the thought that counts," is what people say when they get a crappy gift, or a present that a two-year old picks out. I mean,...
The Stockings Aren't the Same
The boys have had the same stockings since they were born. They're traditional fare, a dark red sock with a white fluffy top. Char, with...
My Gift Giving Rules
It starts in September, sometimes creeping out even in August, those subtle and quite often not-so-subtle hints that are uttered during...
