About a week or two before Christmas, I finally came up with the perfect reply to my wife’s pleas to please tell her what I wanted for Christmas. “Just once – I want to be walloped by winter. I want a big-ass snowstorm. The kind that justifies all those idiots who troop out to Home…
I live with a cancer survivor. Those of you who follow this Blog may recount the episode our family went through a few years ago, when Chatham – our precious eight year-old black lab pup – contracted the dreaded disease. It was during a playful, peaceful sojourn to my father-in-law’s lake house in Maine, when…
Editor’s Note – This letter accompanied our annual Christmas Card. If I didn’t send you one, it’s not because I don’t care. It’s only because there are way too freakin’ many of you out there. : ) ‘Tis the holiday season but something’s amiss. You’ve imbibed four gallons of spiked eggnog in your custom moosehead…
As far back as I can remember, I always wanted to be in the Mom’s Club. The problem is, when you’re packing a package, that’s a pretty tall order. It doesn’t matter how many Glee eps you watch, Zumba classes you take or scrapbook pages you fake, if you’re clutching cargo you ain’t vaulting their…
Editor’s Note: This was originally published in September 2009. On that inevitable day that I find myself on the business end of a waterboarding treatment, pressed to divulge the most intimate thoughts crated in my cabeza, when my grand inquisitors finally get around to the topic of Favorite Blog Posts, I know exactly which…
Editor’s Note: This was originally published in September 2008. When I was five years old, my family resided on the Mean Streets of Everett, MA. At the time, I was enrolled in Kindergarten at the Hamilton Elementary School – a brick and mortar classroom that sat sentinel at the base of a large hill that…
Editor’s Note – This was originally published in 2006. I’ve been in a family mood lately. Of course, I am grand patriarch to a modest brood (my son Colin, daughter Aria and two dogs of whom a paternity test has proven I am not the biological father but love all the same). Unless you’re some…
Ten years ago today, my wife woke to a picture perfect swatch of Autumnal bliss – beheld the brilliant blue sky that stretched before her on that warm slice of late Indian Summer, and headed to the chapel as she was gonna’ get a’ married. No longer would the rest of womenfolk have to contend…
Shortly after Andi and I met and began running each other through the gauntlet of initial family meet and greets (the one sure sign or test that you’ve found a decent candidate for life partner), she marveled at just how fortunate I was to have the majority of my grandparents playing major vibrant roles in…
In early May, my Mom retired after working 22 years for the South Shore Hospital in South Weymouth, MA. This prompted my sisters and I to throw a little celebratory gala in honor of a woman who has worked tirelessly on all fronts during every bustling phase of her life. My sisters handled the lion’s…