Jason’s going through a sweet phase where he likes to tell me I’m a great dad. I’m trying to enjoy it while it lasts, and bank up all this praise to get me through his teen years, when he’ll doubtless consider me a colossal embarrassment
I was 15 years old when John Lennon was killed. At the time, I wasn’t at all into pop music; all the records in the house belonged to my parents, and they were all show tunes, folk or comedy albums, not that it mattered because
Jason and Scott are big superhero fans, which is perhaps not surprising when you consider how many comic books I have around the house. Lately they’ve taken to inventing their own heroes and drawing their adventures, much as I did when I was their age.
That’s right, a whole two years have slipped by since Gracie made her debut in our lives, and if it seems impossible it’s only because the old saying is true: Time really does fly when you’re having fun. From Day One, Grace has been a
As I write this from a hotel in Springfield, Illinois, the Morefield family is nearly two weeks into a summer vacation that’s taken us halfway across the country in the family mini-van. The impetus for this epic sojourn was a 90th birthday celebration for Laura’s
If you know me at all, you know I’m a big Paul McCartney fan. If you follow the news at all, you’ve probably noticed Sir Paul’s upset a lot of fans (mostly on the Right) with a remark he made in Washington last week. To