Back when my daughter when born, I looked down at her little hands and little feet and was warned, bluntly, “this will fly by.” And, for a spell, it didn’t. Casey cried. And ate. And smiled. And drooled. She’d poop, and I’d change it. She’d wake, and I’d lift her
Ever since I was a little kid, I’ve wanted to be able to pile a bunch of quarters on my elbow, flick my wrist downward and catch every last coin. Like this … I first saw it happen on Happy Days, and it’s long intrigued me. I’ve gotten pretty good
So, because my kids are attending camp in Newport Beach, I’ve been working at a tiny coffee shop in Costa Mesa called Coffee Nature. And, for the first handful of days, it sorta sucked. Oh, the staff was lovely. The drinks were fine. But, well, it felt stale. Lame. Blah.
The former Kansas City Royals star has a resume that features 1,336 hits, 196 stolen bases and more than a decade in the Bigs. So what’s he doing at an obscure NAIA school in bustling Parkville, Missouri? Answer: Spreading knowledge—and the love.
Dear Heather Martin: I don’t know you, but someone posted your Facebook status update from July 21. First, I’d like to offer my congratulations: Your spelling and grammar seem pretty impeccable. Proper usage of “You’re” vs. “Your”; Good application of the colon. Even a neatly placed hashtag to wrap things
As anyone who reads this blog knows, I’m not a particularly religious man. Every so often, however, something happens in my life that forces me to reconsider my takes on faith and destiny. There was, for example, this chance meeting back in a State College coffee shop. I’ve known people
So earlier tonight, while working out at the gym, I was watching the news on my local Fox station. This wasn’t entirely by choice—personal geography be damned, I’d long ago given up on any local news station and the repeatedly inane stories about giant months and jugging squids and lottery
Last night, after yet another gunman shot a bunch of innocent people, Bobby Jindal, the governor of Louisiana, spoke at a press conference. He said lots of things, including this [of the victims], “The best thing anyone can do right now is think about them, pray for them, shower them
I abhor Fox. I detest MSNBC. But, for my money, the worst news network on television is CNN. And it’s not that close. Need examples? How about the never-ending missing plane coverage? How about the 8,001 focus groups? How about the existence on this planet of an employed Don Lemon?
Earlier today I was informed of the death of Daron Norwood, a country singer who, in the early 1990s, sat on the verge of stardom. He was good looking, energetic and talented, and two of his songs (Cowboys Don’t Cry and If It Wasn’t for Her, I Wouldn’t Have You)