Ugh! Neyoungerthals.

My revisionist thinking would like to believe my generation was better than the current one masking as America’s youth. Of course, I don’t really have to be revisionist, because we had parents who would just as soon smack us across the phase in public than...

All Growd Up.

The last of my children is about to become a man. Well, kinda sorta. While he will be turning 18 in May, as all us old farts know that doesn’t make you a man or an adult. It’s simply another baby step into adulthood, steps we keep taking the rest of our...

Say Cheese!

As a parent I have done many things that I have regretted. Like most, I lied about Santa Claus and built on that lie by also saying there was an Easter Bunny and Tooth Fairy. Oh, what the heck, why not add to my layer of lies and pretend leprechauns and fairies were...

Being A Father Again.

Before anyone falls out of their chair, I am not fathering another child. If you recall, Diablo my ex took care of that with the Case of the Celtic Dick Snipper. So no mas bambinos pequeño para moi. And yes, I know I’ve mixed my languages. Fun huh? Rather, I am...

Dog-Eat-Dog.

A week ago, my daughter dropped off her dog. I don’t know if it was a last minute act of desperation, her regular dog sitter falling through, or a little test to see if I could handle the eventual arrival of a granddaughter or grandson who would stay overnight....

GranCappyPooPa.

I learned a couple weeks ago that, assuming everything goes smoothly, I will be a, ahem, grandfather. Well, let me rephrase that. My daughter will be having a baby in October and I will be its, uhm, well… I have never prepared for this possibility, largely...

Here Comes Peter Cottontail…

You’ll have that song in your head for the rest of the day now. As we all know, it’s Easter, the queer time of the year when we try to convince our children that an especially large, yet very stealthy rabbit, will break into our home in the middle of the...

Obamalocks And The Three Scares.

Once upon a time, in a land of once endless opportunities, there stood a big white house on a hill that was the envy of all the land. It certainly was to the bears who inhabited the tiny town of Republicana. For while they had all the wealth of the country to make...

Snow What?

My adventures in camping at the cabin took some other twists besides almost dying in a horrific snowmobiling accident because the damned thing was broken. Eventually, I wanted my daughter to enjoy a weekend playing in the snow. After all, what kid wouldn’t love...

It’s My Daughter’s Birthday But Who’s Over The Hill?

My daughter’s birthday is today. My first born, she hits the big 3-0. To herald the arrival of this milestone, my ex-whatever wrote me to ask how it feels to be an old man. I thought it was supposed to be Becca’s milestone, not my own. Still, it was hard...