I am not great at staying in touch with my parents. I know they’re around, and I call them when I’m supposed to. But Emily often taunts me for being a bad son because I rarely ever just call when it’s not somebody’s birthday or Father’s Day or something. Even worse, given little innovations like…
Author: Backpacking Dad
The Cat at the Foot of the Bed
Poor kitty. He cannot use the remote control. He cannot blog. He cannot listen to podcasts. He cannot Tweet. He can remember the days when his brother and sister leaped and cavorted while he hid under the bed. Poor, poor kitty at the foot of the bed. Poor kitty. He cannot use the grill. He…
All My Life I’ve Dreamed of Being in Redbook magazine
Well, not actually all my life. Not really any part of my life. In point of fact, it never occurred to me that writing for Redbook was even an option. And yet, somehow, I got to do a little bit of work for them this month. It’s a list piece, “What Not to Say to…