As an American, I don’t know much about British humor but I’ve been binge-watching Brassic lately

Zombie, Elvis, and why my son’s name is Henry

This blog is intentionally plain so that you can focus on reading and not be distracted

This Blog Runs on Random Thoughts

In Memory of Mary Ann

Cracker Barrel Is Changing Its Logo? Whoops, Never Mind.

“There’s Nothing to Eat”

Not My Beloved Em Dash — Or: Don’t Be an AI Hypocrite

Write Something Today

Nose Hair, Gray Hair: A One-Act Play

Halibut Head Covers Dramarama’s “Anything, Anything”

One Photo a Day, Every Day

An Internet Media Diet

The Double Meaning of May 21

Does Imposter Syndrome Apply to Parenting?

Paint a Happy Little Tree

Trail running isn’t about speed

As a Tall Man, I Hate Shopping for New Clothes

I Always Wake Early on Saturdays

Practical Fitness Advice on Getting Back Into Shape In Your 40s

Why the Movie My Girl Is Prohibited from Family Movie Night In Our House

Vernon “Mad Max” Maxwell talks Hakeem, Drazen, MJ, and a Young Kobe

An Unexpected Charley Horse In a Most Unexpected Place

A Concerned Father Inadvertently Opens the Gates of Hell By Purchasing His Daughter Her First Smartphone