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An Ode to the Idylls of the 4th. (OR: To write or to barbecue…)
That is the question. Whether tis nobler to entertain one’s friends on the Bayou, or to take to the keyboard against a sea of
Nothing is ever as it seems. (Or….So your daughter has a blog…)
I have a blog. Perhaps you have a blog. It seems these days that everyone has a blog. So that my daughter has a
Life, or something like it.
Being a writer, I understand the need for universiality, that feeling that the movie’s main message somehow applies to the lives of every family
Dating in the new millennium. (Or….Why I Predict the Human Race Will Disappear Within Three Generations)
So. There I was, sitting with my daughter in the restaurant, chatting. I mentioned something about something incidental and, like sometimes happens, the girl
Three Days in the Quarter. Bloggin’ Mardi Gras.
Laissez les bon temps rouler! It’s kind of hard to explain Mardi Gras in New Orleans to someone who has never been here during
Kids say the darndest things.
I’m a big believer in decadence. So after spending an entire day largely either naked or in my PJ’s watching my West WIng dvd
It’s the little things, ya know?
I have a friend that, in the past month, has made my week twice–simply by sharing with me a bit of humor she found
An American Christmas Carol.
Christmas has always been a very odd time for me and–by extension–my family. Since we hold no particular religious attachment to the holiday, I’ve
The Game of Life as a metaphor for living.
Since Colleen was off work tonight, we decided to give the kids their presents tonight. Tomorrow evening, after she gets off work, they’ll do
Jesus and the art of magazine editing.
If you had told me what I was facing in helming a magazine, I would have laughed, not believed you. After all, my impression