The Great Jelly Bean Hunt — and overwhelmed by Peeps

What happened to plain old jelly beans? In my recent role as the Easter Bunny’s assistant, I needed to pick up a few things for the youngster’s basket and Easter morning egg hunt. Pretty simple stuff: jelly beans and Peeps. Not so simple. I went for the Peeps first. The sugar-coated sugar blobs have become … More The Great Jelly Bean Hunt — and overwhelmed by Peeps

We went goat-catching and got a skinned elbow– but didn’t get skunked

“We’re going goat catching.” Hmmm. Blame this on friends who filled our heads with stories of the delightful hours they’ve spent goat catching. Wait a minute; that’s geo-caching — no goats involved. While we were attending a New Year’s Day pajama party, the host and hostess told us how much they enjoyed geo-caching and gave … More We went goat-catching and got a skinned elbow– but didn’t get skunked

Pink goblets, Princesses and beautiful ringlets: A time to remember

There aren’t many occasions where you find yourself spending the evening with a plastic goblet in your pocket — and your pocket is in the slacks of the suit you’re wearing. But I wouldn’t trade it for anything in the world. The plastic goblet was grabbed early in the evening of my daughter’s Princess Ball, … More Pink goblets, Princesses and beautiful ringlets: A time to remember

Jimmy Stewart meets Josie Wales: Gratitude from the depths of our souls

It’s a good thing I don’t get paid for writing this blog, because I’d be making about as much as I am right now on extended unemployment benefits. Ta-dum-dum. That was supposed to be funny. Humorous. Amusing. Anyway, I’ve written two columns over the past 6 or so weeks and really didn’t like either of … More Jimmy Stewart meets Josie Wales: Gratitude from the depths of our souls

JFK? My generation’s sorrow was 1968, tucked between 1963 and 9/11

Creak. Thunk. Creak. Thunk. Hear that? It’s the sound of the bandwagon lumbering by, pausing just long enough for me to vault myself over the backboard. I never wore I wouldn’t write about the anniversary of John F. Kennedy’s murder, I was only hoping I wouldn’t need to fall back on it, sprawled across my … More JFK? My generation’s sorrow was 1968, tucked between 1963 and 9/11

Halloween can be a great way to learn about — and conquer — bias

Another morning at the bus stop. OK, well it’s Halloween morning, but none of the kids are in costumes. Most of them consider themselves too old for that — at least at school — but you can bet they’ll be scooping up a little bit of candy tonight. This is only a stepping off point … More Halloween can be a great way to learn about — and conquer — bias

Wonder Woman vs. the UFO: Halloween’s sweet memories (not the candy)

I still remember the Halloween my mother duded me up as the then-TV hero Green Hornet. There was the dark green hand-me-down, knee-length coat, which was too uncool for me to wear as a raincoat. The green mask covering my eyes, and the toy gun in my pocket, completed the get-up. I think it was … More Wonder Woman vs. the UFO: Halloween’s sweet memories (not the candy)

Disney-generated night terrors help solve the mystery of the missing discs

We have a ghost in the house, at least I think so. There have been enough mysterious goings on to trigger earnest suspicion of paranormal activity. This otherworldly visitor possess a unique trait: Clearly identifiable taste in music. I know this because three times now, single CDs have vanished from their designated jewel cases. First … More Disney-generated night terrors help solve the mystery of the missing discs

The source of pain and new vocabulary: Getting older or just plain clumsy?

“I learned about compassion today,” the 6-year-old said rather matter-of-factly as we walked home from the bus stop. That stirred my curiosity. Not a word that generally comes up in 1st Grade. Perhaps they’re really moving ahead in language and usage, I thought. Just another reason I love our charter school. “How did you learn … More The source of pain and new vocabulary: Getting older or just plain clumsy?

Lesson from a Child: Memories truly are the key to immortality

My Muse has been on an unscheduled sabbatical. For the second time, I pushed myself through a post because I felt I should write one, or I was supposed to write one — instead of writing a post that was inspired by a priceless moment between Older Dad and Younger Child. Fortunately, I put that … More Lesson from a Child: Memories truly are the key to immortality