Life In Bite-Size Chunks

I picked up a habit while going out to eat with my young children years ago. It’s a habit I really don’t need to do any more, but I got in the habit of cutting their meat for them. Now, if you’re a parent, you know that you get that old knife out before you start on...

Seeking But Not Finding

This grandparent thing can be an expensive proposition. I mean, without grandchildren, you can walk past hundreds of cute toys and never miss a step. But when you have a grandchild, you keep seeing your grandchild’s name on those toys. Which means you must buy...

Trash Talk – No Way to Win

I used to be undefeated in Scrabble. I’m sure you’re real excited about that. Of course I’ve never heard of an Olympic Scrabble Tournament, or I would have entered it. But you notice what I said…I used to be undefeated? Yeah. See, a long time ago my son broke my...

Dreams On the Scrapheap

It’s really a beautiful area of the southwestern United States, except for this one horrendous eyesore. It’s a graveyard for cars. Acre after acre. They’re covered with cars that have been discarded, or wrecked, or crushed, and stacked several cars deep....

No Time For Picnics

It was the strangest picnic in American history I think. It was July 1861, on a hill in Northern Virginia, overlooking a stream called Bull Run. The Southern states had seceded from the Union, they’d attacked a Union fort in April, and now what the North called “the...